Well. What have we here? That’s exactly what I thought when I passed this wall in a backstreet in The Hague.
The Hague is a city, and as it is with cities, there is always some part of the center being rebuilt, restyled or otherwise “improved”. And even if you take into account it is going to take long, it usually takes longer. For the users of the city this usually means the discomfort of having to make long detours, plowing through sand and mud or having to cope with visual affront. Day in day out, year after year.
Were it not for some artistically inclined types, the back alley above would have been a quickly thrown together drab wooden “wall” (including damp patches) that hides who-knows-what from curious onlookers.
I’m glad someone decided to rectify this by using the wall as a painting canvas, using wild, contrasting colors that leap out at the innocent bystander. As you can see he didn’t even spare the door handle. The only concession was made to the drugstore, who put a sign up to make sure no one parks in front of their emergency exit.
So, one summer afternoon, I was one of these innocent bystanders, and couldn’t resist taking a picture.