During our traveling time in Chile, from Santiago to Manaus, a common sighting was graffiti.
I’ll start from first to last.
In Santiago, while we were driving around, we were bound to see a lot of meaningless words, a few drawings, and a lot of scribbles. In Pucon, they sprayed bushy eyebrows and mustaches on people on advertisement boards. Plus, a couple squiggly lines and a few words. In Puerto Varas, there was more trash from the lake made into statues than graffiti. In Futaleufu, almost nothing! It’s really secluded though so I wasn’t REALLY surprised. In Coyhaique, I just saw a bunch of creepy faces and DEFINITELY understandable words there. Okay, the rest is a lot of places, so I’m going to skip those.
The art that really was more beautiful than strange was in Manaus, Brazil. There were several cultural drawings. A detailed drawing of a fisherman fishing for piranhas, a Native Brazilian (like a Native American, but for Brazil) in cultural clothes. On either side of a tall building there was a detailed drawing of a middle aged woman, waist deep in a pond, and an old woman on the other side sitting on a simple wood stool. There was art that thanked the doctors, policemen, firemen, women, and teachers. There was a woman on the side of a building with blue hair with stars in it that matched her eyes and lips. It was absolutely BEAUTIFUL. Wherever we were, the graffiti and art was a strange, and sometimes beautiful, experience.