While walking around the city of Plovdiv I found a lot of great street art.
below: A floating candle in the night sky,
below: Behind the Drama Theatre in Plovdiv, on one of its bright red walls, is a large mural by Bozko. Is this older man in a jester outfit a political statement?
below: These red walls were also painted with a large horizontal mural (next three photos). A woman sleeps among purple flowers. Is she dreaming of skulls and hands? Is it a nightmare?
below: As much of the mural as I could get in one photo.
below: Another woman sleeps but with books as her pillow. Transported into dreamland by the words she’s read.
below: Bloody Romance by Ernaste Nasimo
below: Another painting by Nasimo called “The Chain Rockers”. It looks like he has just broken the chain with his teeth. Behind the head is an open book with words written on the pages. On the left is “raja-vidya raja-guhyam pavitram idam uttamam pratyaksavagamam dharmyam su-sukham kartum avyayam”. On the right is the partial translation of this Krishna text into English: “This knowledge is the king of education, the most secret of all secrets. It is the purest knowledge, and because it gives direct”
below: Watermelon seeds make the eyes and nose of the watermelon face… but then he eats the watermelon? Two paintings by Viktoria Georgieva and Nikolay Bozhinov, aka Mouse and Nikkawhy
below: A boy with a large black bird painted on a box.
below: Four eyes, one of which is the handle for the box.
below: Cupid in browns pointing his arrow at an unsuspecting victim.
below: Bare toes, blue jeans, and a striped sweater. A comb in one pocket and a little critter in the other.
below: Some whimsical, cartoon-like characters on a blue cloud.
below: She’s wearing flowers in her hair – is that hair being held up with chopsticks?
below: A very long tongue from a happy frog wraps itself around a dragonfly.
below: My Bulgarian is non-existent so I’m not sure what this says. Covered in tattoos and puffing on red smoke as he takes a rest on his bike.
below: And last, a quiet cup of tea by the mail box in the shadow of little triangular flags hanging across the street.