Had the best Sunday in a long long time last weekend.. Chilled out with my mate Jodi and then on our walk through Fitzroy, stumbled on this wall. We pressed the intercom and the lovely lady inside confirmed that yes, it was original Keith Haring. Apparently he spent some time there. Have I mentioned that I love Melbourne?
Haring's work predates the current cool of 'street art', and as I took these photos on this raw brick wall, it occured to me that I was looking at a relic. It was a wierd feeling of both a presence and absence.
I count myself lucky to live in the times I do. It's much easier being gay today than it was in Haring's day. But looking at this wall it reminded me to be grateful for the changes that people like Haring made, for their bravery, and their commitment to the belief that we should all be free to live full lives. And that we have a duty to carry that passion on into our times.
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Oh my gosh, I have to go and see it. I feel the same way about our plight as gay people and am so thankful for the people who have worked before me to get us to this point, however, its not over yet.
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