Street art (when I open my eyes)

street art töölönlähti

Starting this blog for me has partly been about seeing my own city from the perspective of a visitor: truly seeing the wonders, beautiful buildings and special things about it that you tend to miss in everyday life. 

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Street art has been one of those things – I rarely notice anything hurrying to the tram and back. But once the eyes are opened, there's street art everywhere. Sure, it's not London or Paris (I miss those little Pacmans), but still. My favorite pieces lately have been paintings done on the electricity boxes.

The Helsinki city electric company is coordinating the whole thing, doing projects with different artists or communities – some of the boxes have been painted by local school children, for example. Most are done by various artists from Finland and abroad. They also have a website, where all the painted boxes are catalogued with addresses and pictures. You can also contact them and ask for permission to paint one. So nice! (And very Finnish with all the rule-following, hah.)

However, I'd recommend not looking at the map too closely– the whole point is stumbling upon street art as you're busy doing something completely different. As I want to leave it to you to have an adventure, I'm only giving the area, and not addresses in my posts.

Here's some inspiration, but go on ahead and find your own favorites. I'm finding new ones everyday.

street art sörnäinen
street art helsinginkatu
street art helsinginkatu
street art sörnäinen
street art sörnäinen
street art sörnäinen
street art helsinki
electric box art

Though this blue painting is not the most glamorous one, it really touched me: the words are an excerpt from a poem by Pentti Saarikoski. (Very freely translated: "The wings grew at night, and he wrote songs over water. Sun rose through him!")

The poem 'Siivet: Ikaros' paints a picture about a person living his days in a gray darkness, every day the same with heads hung low. Little by little there's more light, until the light "rises through him" and he gets wings. Now we all now that Icarus' tale didn't end well, but for me this poem was immediately about the long black winter, and how it feels when you feel the first rays of sun on your skin. Now that we've gotten a month of warmth and sunshine it feels like an already forgotten little nightmare. 

The one with a dark forest seems to be continuing with the same theme. I remember passing by this one in January, feeling super lonely and well, thinking that little guy was me. The speech bubble says: "Hello, here I am."

street art vallila
street art designmuseum
street art helsinki

Which one is your favorite?