I was attracted to the use of bright colors and smiling faces in this piece. Also, the proximity of the artwork to the curb for leaving my review. If you biggify this photo, you'll see these smiley guys are quite vocal in their political ramblings.
Can you spy me in this photo with the Not-So-Little Tramp? This and the next image are for a real gallery show in the Meatpacking District, just a few blocks from my house and near the dog run. I give this four paws up!
We also really liked this enormous Woody Allen! (We also are very excited about Woody's new film, Midnight in Paris, because frankly, we like anything set in Paris.)
Okay, Mom spotted this scary lady when she was walking home through Soho (after seeing the amazing Tilda Swinton in I Am Love.) I'm glad I missed seeing this sculpture, she's kinda scary. I give it two pees, though I do like how Mom shot it through the security gate. One paw up for Mom's artistic photography with her iPhone.
Back to MePa (the Meatpacking District!) - this fellow has quite the look of the scholar about him - maybe Clive's pal James Joyce? I like the freestyle painting technique as well. Three paws!
Don't know if this fellow was painted by the same artist, but it seems like he/she ran out of room when he got to the top of his head! Still, I'm a sucker for a Roman nose - Two Paws and a tail wag!
I appreciate how the artist incorporated tennis ball yellow into this colorful mural. I think the whole work is elevated by my presence with my omnipresent tennis ball. (Actually, this was a brand-new one called a Tuff Ball that was touted as being "indestructible." HA! Guess they weren't terrier-tested! It did last longer than most...)
I think Mister Monopoly was a later addition to this portrait by another "artist" but hey! I like it! I'm always adding my own personal touch to the landscape as well that Mom collects in special orange bags. (Hey! Wait a minute! What are you doing with that work of art? Throwing it in the garbage can?!?)
I guess this fellow got all the forehead that other guy was missing. He's kind of scary but then again, I can't dislike a fellow whose head looks so much like a nice white tennis ball! Two paws up!
I hope you've enjoyed this episode of Art on the Street with Pete(y). I now return you to deepest Manhattan Profonde, where the sunflower fields are filled with Van Gogh beauty. And me.
(Okay, so maybe it's not a "field" exactly but more like a tiny garden on a traffic triangle, but it does continue my parallel life with my pal Wilf!)