The walls around the empty lot at the end of my street are constantly in a state of art, paint over, art, paint over. I really do wonder why they just don’t give up. The painter overs I mean, not the artists. Apparently this area was supposed to be turned into apartments years ago but the company went bust or something because it’s still an empty lot now.
People have broken into the space and planted trees and plants, made trails and steps, sculptures and set up old furniture. It needs a little more TLC, but for now, it has a rough charm to it. There are gaping holes in the ground, some filled with shopping trolleys and other debris that find their way into places like these. It’s really an empty lot with potential, but I think of it as the art park.
Here are photos of the balloon stickers I drew and stuck up on Friday.
Come break my chains come help me out.
A bunny and a Bob Marley quote scrawled on the wall.
Hi Mt Eden. I love the fact that I’m not the only bunny obsessed artist around here.
Someone’s bunny stencil. I think these two are in love.
A couple of years ago, The Koala and I painted some characters on these walls and another time we decorated inside the space. While the outside of the walls are religiously painted over pale grey, the murals inside the walls are kept intact.
The Koala painted the koala and the mantis. I painted the hula girl and the fishies. The Koala is so much faster than me at painting.
Ha! I only just noticed that the fishies are floating on balloons. So even back then I seemed to think that balloons and critters were suitable artwork for this park.
See that beautiful old tree in the background? They cut it down to make way for the apartments. But the apartments never happened so they cut this tree down for nothing.
We stapled leftover ribbon from our wedding to a bunch of stuff.
We painted pinecones and strung them up in all the trees (the trees were already dead and painted crazy colours).
This painted blue tree was trained into this shape by a man called Bunny. Bunny was a friend of a local illustrator who we met while we decorated the park. When Bunny died, the tree died too and the illustrator donated the tree to the park. A man named Bunny, meeting a local illustrator….Isn’t it funny the random coincidences that you happen upon?
The following photos aren’t mine but rather swiped from the Facebook page. I hope the original photographers don’t mind! Search “Kelly Street Park” for those that are interested.