This day I spent the afternoon trying to make an impression of the city through the street art. What I found was a lot of scribbling, some questions and a lot of nonsense. A scull kept on appearing so much I eventually chose to disregard it as something I would notice but not care of, like a chain of products that wants everyone to look and eat the same just to make money but never succeeding in making a statement.
How does street art affect the feeling, view and conscience of a city? To me, Wroclaw grew. Though a lot was just nonsense and scribbling.