Upon first sight, my initial impressions were that the Berlin Wall was a lot longer, almost unending, whilst the Lennon Wall was a bit shorter than I thought it would be. Dragging my suitcase along the whole wall, some parts of the Berlin Wall left me sorrowful, other parts angry and some pieces even a little repulsed. I found most of the art truly beautiful though, and more… hip and modern than I expected. Looking at the Lennon Wall, conjured up a whole kaleidoscope of feelings and melodies – such as love, all you need is love, hippies, peace, and just found it to be a cool tribute to one of the greatest bands/artists.
I cannot say I understand the real meaning behind these walls. Having looked at them, touched them and knowing their main story together with a handful of trivia, gives me these jumbles of feelings and thoughts, with no actual memories behind.
This photoblog is all about what I do get – their beauty, their colourful playfulness… their ever changing and yet, or maybe therefore, timeless state.
The Lennon Wall as you see it now, is not the real Lennon Wall. The original has been repainted numerous times, the last time it was painted completely white. Look at it now. Art always finds a way – to remain, to return and to renew. The graffiti of the Berlin Wall is now covered in graffiti… We paint over, add tags, leave our marks and, for better or worse, change the(se) walls again and again, day after day. This is how they looked when I was there.