When a stranger invites you on a little adventure to hidden places that are potentially illegal to trespass, you should probably make the cautious and responsible decision: decline the offer. Me? I was like, “BRING IT ON MOTHERFUCKER!!”, and what happened next is very, very hard to put into words (or crappy pictures for what it’s worth).
We climbed: over fences and through bars, on bridges and in tunnels. Places I’ve walked so many times before; suddenly seen from an entirely different perspective. A perspective with a story. The story of the artists here in Berlin, of their ever lasting hunt for untouched places to leave their marks.
Urban Art, Street Art, Graffiti – maybe even blunt Vandalism – is not just about spraying your name onto a wall. It’s a philosophy, one that is fascinating, refreshing, inspiring and rebellious, all at the same time. To witness urban evolution in Berlin is to document the changing colors on the walls, to discover new artworks in places where you’d never expect them. The challenge lies not exclusively in constructing the perfect artwork; it can also be the challenge to find the best spots to draw, sometimes in places that you’ll never notice unless you’re in the know..
Listening to the stories about street art (of my absolutely fantastic tour guide – an ‘urban native’, if you will, one who has even shook hands with Martha Cooper herself and collects the artworks of his fellow colleagues) was listening to the story behind Berlin. Suddenly, every picture, every mural, every painting made sense. The first step is difficult: you have to school your eyes. The city does not only consist of streets and buildings; it’s hidden spots, canals, secret pathways and virgin walls that want to be deflowered with paint. The second step is to be fearless of what is ahead and embrace what lies beneath.