Fourth Journey Day 104: Fragments of the Wall’s Memory
Walking through Wynwood Walls today was like stepping onto a living canvas. The air buzzed with conversation, music from nearby cafes, and the occasional hiss of spray paint as an artist worked on a new mural. Bold colors, intricate patterns, and surreal imagery covered every surface, transforming the alleys into an open-air gallery.
I spent time studying the layering techniques - some murals had delicate paper textures glued to the walls, others used thick acrylic impasto to create depth. I was fascinated by the contrasts. I took notes, sketched details, and let my mind absorb the interplay of form and movement.
In one corner, I watched a muralist put the finishing touches on a massive piece depicting a jaguar intertwined with tropical foliage. The fluidity of her strokes reminded me of the organic forms I often try to capture in my own work. We exchanged a few words and I asked her about her process. "Let the wall tell you where to go next," they said with a shrug, stepping back to examine their work.
As the sun set, casting long shadows on the painted walls, I left feeling inspired. The energy of the city lingers in my mind - tomorrow I'll translate it into collage.
