We’re back for our second and—for the time being—final installment on Glasgow. But, to the Scotophiles among you (yes, that is apparently a word), fear not! There is more Scotland in the future. But this little wintery weekend must now come to to a close. And we’re going to do it with another installment of my favorite series on this website: Street Art with Peter.
Here’s a quick reminder of where we are in the world:
It turns out that Glasgow has a reputation for murals! The one at the top of the gallery below is, perhaps, the most famous of them all. It was done by an Australian-born street artist named Sam Bates, better known under the moniker Smug. He’s offered little information on the intended symbolism of the mural, but because the subject is holding a robin and appears to have some sort of halo—both imagery that were/are commonly associated with St Mungo—the mural has been widely interpreted as a modern St Mungo. The mural’s close proximity to Glasgow Cathedral, which is the resting place of St Mungo, serves to reinforce this. Indeed, I only stumbled across this mural because it was on the way to the Cathedral.
St Mungo, as you may recall from the previous article, is the patron saint of Glasgow. However, it’s a name that is increasingly associated with homelessness in the UK. The saint himself was historically associated with poverty, service to the excluded, and identification with society’s outsiders. This is not the same thing as homelessness per se… but the rise of the homelessness charity, St Mungo’s, has created a strong association between the historical figure and the modern-day cause. Ironically, the charity is actually London-based, but it was founded by a Glaswegian named Jim Horne who paid tribute to his hometown via the name. So the fact that this mural, which appears to represent a homeless man (or at the very least a vulnerable, poor man), is so ubiquitously understood to be a ‘modern day St Mungo’ shows how the public’s understanding of and associations with this historical figure have evolved through time. Yet another example of street art being a living, breathing reflection of a city’s identity!
As always, I’ve done my best to track down the artists responsible for these murals. However, it is entirely possible that I’ve missed somebody, so please do let me know if you can help me bolster the integrity of this list of credits!
Venomous (@venomouseglasgow)
art_by_kiwiii (@art_by_kiwiii)
We’ll wrap this up with another selection from the LONG list of Scottish artists whose music I love. This is a really sad one, but a powerful one. The song is called “Swim Until You Can’t See Land” by a band called Frightened Rabbit. The song was written by the main creative driver of this band, Scott Hutchinson, and was released in 2010. In the song, he writes about coming “down to the coast to disappear” and committing suicide by swimming into the North Sea. It’s sad but upbeat and extremely catchy; I had this song playing on repeat when it came out. In 2018, Scott committed suicide and was found dead floating in an estuary of the North Sea. This song hits very differently now.
If you want to go even deeper on this topic, there’s another Frightened Rabbit song—a bit of ‘deep cut’—called “Floating in the Forth” that came out in 2008 that is even more specific on this topic. The Forth is the name of the estuary where Scott was found.
Rest in peace Scott. We miss you. ❤️
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It was a random walk down a few alleyways in Toronto in 2016 that began my obsession with street art. At that time, this website was already well-established… but this was the first time I had taken so many pictures of murals that I felt the need to give them their own article. You can read vol. 1 here. Fast-forward almost 10 years, and this has become perhaps my favorite series on this website.
Well, today is a special one. It’s time for a return to—NOT ONLY the city that started it all for this series on street art—but the EXACT PLACE in that city. Almost 10 years later, we’re back into Toronto for vol. 2, and we’re going to start in the same area where I originally fell in love with collecting murals: Kensington Market.
This article marks a ‘first’ for Peter’s Big Adventure: this was the FIRST time that I tried to upload so many photos at once that SquareSpace cut me off. Apparently the limit for a single-batch upload is 250. 😂
So that should be a good indicator for what is to come.
Today we’re venturing into East London to visit BRICK LANE. In Volume 1 of this series in South London, I spoke to how much walking I had endured in order to piece that article together. At the time, it seemed to me (a recent arrival here) that London’s street art was quite decentralized, but I have been proven wrong many times over since publishing that article. There are dense clusters of murals if you know where to look. And thankfully, I have gotten some good pointers from people who know London a lot better than I do about where to find these clusters.
Today, we’re in the ✨S0uTh 0f FrAnC3✨, which is a destination that carries with it some implied glitz and glam. Indeed, when you picture the “South of France”, chances are that you think of places like Nice, Cannes, or Saint-Tropez. Most of these post-card “French Riviera” destinations are over near the Italian border, in an administrative region called Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur. But that ain’t where we’re going today. Instead, we’re going to the even-further-south region of Occitania, which was actually only formed in 2016 when France merged the administrative regions of Languedoc-Roussillon and Midi-Pyrénées. But don’t let its administrative “newness” fool you: Occitania has a story that dates back farther than France itself.
This many mountains is just insane to me. Prior to this trip, this was not what I pictured when I thought of Oregon. This was downright RUGGED! And it was gorgeous. The three mountains in closest proximity to Black Butte, and to one another are the Three Sisters for which this area is named: Middle Sister, North Sister, and South Sister. All three of these mountains are sleeping volcanoes. The North and Middle Sister last erupted ~14,000 years ago and scientists think it’s unlikely that they’ll ever erupt again. However, the South Sister erupted as recently as 2,000 years ago, and could feasibly erupt again. There have been sporadic reports of volcanic rumblings deep within South Sister since 1866, and there have been a couple of minor scares since the late 1980s. Nothing has ever happened, but there is a big pot of magma a few miles beneath the peak of South Sister. Did I mention that South Sister is also the easiest of these mountains to climb? Sign me up for that!! 😵
This quest brought us to the edge of the world, literally, to the bone-chillingly massive cliffs of Látrabjarg. Here’s a spoiler alert for you: it was mind-blowingly gorgeous. A friend of mine recently pointed out that I’ve said similar things about a great many of the places I have visited, so let me up the ante a bit: this was one of the top 5 most beautiful places I’ve seen, EVER.
There’s a lot more to Bushwick than I’m going to cover here; it’s known for having a large Latino community, especially Puerto Rican and Dominican, and since the gentrification of Williamsburg, it has also become the new center of indie culture in Brooklyn. But that’s not what this article is about. Today, we’re here to go mural hunting!
We rode the L train to the Jefferson Street station in Bushwick, and basically from the moment I stepped out of the station, I was in mural heaven.