Street Art Hongdae: Post Script

Tried to wrap up Hongade’s street art in a box and hold it. Six blog posts from those morning walks around the abandoned party shelter. Twelve months of carting a bulky camera around in side bag and backpack, catching paint as I saw it.

With the wound sewn tight, the stitches popped to announce the world is still infected. Before the airplane landed, different scribes drew pictures on the caves here. And so more still will etch and ink the city after leaving.

New likeness lent itself to the park walls that last afternoon in Hongdae. As the last errands ran, still ended stopping with whirling neck to discover as art fresh as bloody baby.

So Hongdae streets, tear down walls and repaint forever with fever beauty. And to Zacpot, the omnipotent tagger: paint it again. Paint As Time Goes By.

Forever.