Right in the heart of Reykjavik is a fascinating little pop-up park, nicknamed Hjartagarður by locals. About a year and a half ago, it suddenly appeared between Laugavegur and Hverfisgata where once only shabby back-buildings had stood. The most interesting thing about it, though, is that it has become a sort of street art gallery with every bare available space on the surrounding walls and abandoned buildings filling to the brim with raucous colors and trippy imagery, including this charming pair.
It's movements like this, surreptitious, dark-of-night grand, illegal and fantastically vivid, creative and rebellious and often stunningly well executed, that effect their own kind of revolution. They make us react and opine and smile and remind us that there are still people out there who are willing to buck authority for art, and for what they believe in.
p.s. You can click on the image to jump to flickr and check out a few more photos from the park.
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