I stumbled across this delightfully whimsical morsel of street art by Bleu Avina last Saturday night on Echo Park Ave and immediately…questions.
Why are there trees sprouting from the man’s eye sockets? Is he dreaming? Is he Father Earth? What about the little town intertwined with the branches? Could it be memories of his childhood home? Or does his eye goo contain magical neighborhood growing powers? What are those diamond thingies? Are they coming out of his mouth or going in?
And most pressing…where is the little dipshit who spray painted over the tree trunk so I can kick him in his twerpy shins?