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A woman’s place is in the revolution.

We began noticing the painted walls of Cork within an hour of our arrival. Every corner we turned, and every alley we cut through had bold artwork with bold messages.

“End Dublin rule in Cork.” [photo by Tara McMullen]

Dublin was a nice enough city, but Tara and I loved Cork. It has a proud and unapologetic personality. It’s character was a sort of challenge. “Here we are,” the voices said, and we could take it or leave it, but they wouldn’t much care what our opinion was. We liked that.

Cork street art is only one example of that, but it’s a good example. I’m drawn to street art and graffiti anyway, so I was already looking at the walls. It was fun to have these voices revealed to us even on that chilly windy day while there were few people about.

At the end of our Ireland trip (we’re home now) I recalled my graffiti shots and thought I’d do a collection of all the wall art from the trip. When we got home, I reviewed images and was reminded that almost 100% of our graffiti photos came from Cork.

These pieces were some of the first we noticed, and we went over for a closer look.

This one really impressed me.

Close up [photo by Tara McMullen]

Close up [photo by Tara McMullen]

After touring Elizabeth Fort, we made a loop of the outside of the walls of the fort, and found this.

Recognizeable faces.

What? It’s a cat!

We continued our circle around the fort, and Tara stopped to photograph an eye in a triangle. I moved a trash bin and found the rest of it.

Something significant is going on here. [photo by Tara McMullen]

More bones on the wall. I can’t tell if those little fish are shooting backward, or blowing out in advance of their movement.

I’m not sure what the technique is that makes graffiti look like black and white photographs.

Heron flies off into the lights.

We wandered into a city park and found more graffiti that matched the style of the “Dublin” one at the top. Possibly the same political activist.

On the left: “My brother knows Karl Marx. Met him eating mushrooms in the People’s Park.” On the right: “Willkommen. The People’s Republic of Cork.” [photo by Tara McMullen]

Ziggy’s Rock and Blues Bar.

“The Artist Beyond Control.”

A nice message to end with: “Love yourself.” [photo by Tara McMullen]

This collection catches my attention because these are all merely the artworks we haphazardly stumbled across while seeing the other sites. We were not looking for street art, and it was everywhere.

One of the main panels of art in Sego Canyon. To assist in perspective so you can guess the size, look for the fence in the shrubbery.

Barrier Canyon style, can be as old as 2000 BCE. This is a close-up of the rock wall shown above.

First thing in the morning, we backtracked to Sego Canyon in order to view some ancient indigenous rock art (a special trip for the anthropologist in the group…).

{I know you’ll want to investigate these, so click the images for a larger version.}

We saw captivating anthropomorphic images in reds, blacks, and whites on the walls of the canyon in several locations. Signs posted explained that the rock art we saw included that from multiple peoples in multiple periods. Some of the work was 4000 years old, the newest stuff was only a few hundred years old, by Ute Indians. As Tara noted, interestingly, the more complicated and apparently more skilled artwork, was some of the very oldest, at about 2000 years BCE.

From the Fremont Indians, approximately 600 CE.

Almost old enough to become artwork itself was the modern vandalism, where cowboys and miners had scratched their names and dates into the rock. Strange and sad, the newest vandals carved their work right over the top of everything else, in the same way that each group of people had done. Something struck our cowboys in the same exact way that it had struck the Utes and the Anasazi. They were all compelled to make their mark precisely on top of the previous artists’ work.

From the Ute Indians, approximately 1300 CE.

Cay Whipple 1884

ghostlike

These images are captivating, are they not? Hunting figures with spears, mountain sheep, bear paw prints, shields, and geometric shapes. But What. Are. Those. Things? The bigger-than-life anthropomorphic alien beasts? God-like, imposing, fantastical, and scary. What are they/ what do they do/ what does it mean?

It was humbling to stand there. I wanted to understand. Perhaps if I had held very still and was very quiet, and waited a very long time, it would have all made sense.

pictograph next to petroglyph

Smith Vineer 1881

We were by this time calling it “The Vacation Without Miguel,” who was suffering from one of the worst virus attacks I’ve ever seen. He became ill the day before the trip began, and just seemed to get sicker each day. On top of that, he’s going through a case of being 15 years old and even when he seemed a little better, he refused to participate. Poor kid. While he rested in the truck, we wandered around, from cliff wall to cliff wall, discovering more art. Since there were no maps or clear guides, we wandered quite a bit, not wanting to miss anything.

A row of man-like creatures

Mid morning, it was time to return to the highway and began our long trek home. We surged through traffic and civilization once more, and our peaceful week in the desert was no preparation for the madness of the Interstate through the Salt Lake City corridor. Tara and I were delighted once more with the crazy billboards. Salt Lake City has the most insane billboards. We began writing them down.

Someone named Jesus signed this one

Archaic period. Could be as old as 7000 BCE

This is what hides underneath my bed!

“Profitable Cows: The world leader in bovine genetics.”

“Don’t be a GUBERIF” (I remember that one used to be painted on highways)

“Pretend it never happened.” (tattoo removal)

Two images. On the left side, rear shot of a silver backed gorilla. On the right side, a man with a shaved and oiled back, flexing his muscles. The caption: “Before…After.”

“Where are you going? Heaven or Hell. 855-FIND-TRUTH” (Wow, if I had known the number, I would have called a long time ago to find out!)

At least one of them totally freaked me out, though I had no idea what it meant. There was a lovely, clean, nicely coiffured 30-something couple wearing pastels and earth tones. They were hugging lightly and looking at the viewer. The caption: “Tired of being normal?” At the bottom right corner, it said “Bioengineering.” Holy cow! That’s creepier than the pictographs.

An example of the multiple layers of wall art

By evening we had reached Burley, Idaho and stayed there for the night (an actual bed!). Saturday we made it all the way home by mid afternoon and had plenty of time to begin laundry and to adjust our brains back to being-at-home mode.

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