Josh Taylor Art Village

Seeing how I missed the first Art Village trip, I am glad to say that I had a great experience throughout the short period pf time that we were there. I felt at home! I Love street art! It makes me feel like tagging everything up and just letting loose! It was like literally walking into a Heavenly party scene! 

When I arrived I noticed that everyone had pictures from the majority of what was on the walls from the previous tour there but I was invited exclusively to the "Secrets" of the warehouse along with my friend Daniel. When we went to the back with the high LSD guy we noticed there was way more to this place then what it seemed. It turns out that this place is a raving party scene! I got what I could on camera and I wasn't allowed to record behind the scenes, so I have way more pictures then videos but it was a humbling experience.

I believe there should be more places around the Houston area for artists to be able to express themselves as freely as they have in the art village. Here is a short video of my footage. It's not the best but I got to be a VIP and you can't tell me nothing about that. Haha! 

Daniel Moran

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWvfPmW7b8I

October 25, 2013 houston trip

Josh taylor, Emmanuel Trejo, daniel mora, Georges Boulos

october 18 trip

Left to right. Josh Talyo. Some random guy, Danile Mora, Emmanuel Trejo, Georges Boulos
October 18, 2013

houston

Houston field trip. Josh taylor, daniel mora, emmanuel, george bulous

Art Tunnels: Josh Taylor

Ill be honest. When I first arrived to this class, I didn't expect to have much fun. I planned on just doing the work and not being socially active. I can assure you that things are way different then what I thought they would be. I chose to post this picture because not only do I appreciate the sculptures of art but I feel like it represents my friendship with my group. We don't take place in something unless we all agree. We are starting to build a friendship that will more than likely be around far after this class

 . We have fun in class, but at the same time we appreciate every small piece of art. I did not get the chance to participate in the street art village visit but the tunnels definitely made up for the lost cause. I also didn't get too much of a chance to record and capture very much on the trip due to my Iphone having crappy battery life but next trip ill be strapped and ready to go. 

10-4 (national trucker day)

From left to right Emmanuel Trejo, Georges Boulos, Daniel Moran, Josh Taylor

Art tunnels Daniel Moran

The day of my first trip out to the art tunnels I didnt expect to be amazed or much less captivated by the art. Upon our arrival there the towering high rise buildings certainly caught my eye. by just gazing upward the view was already stunning.

 

 

 

 

As we made our way to the art gallery we passed up beautiful buildings and structures. Making our way inside we were not able to use cameras to take pictures of the inside of the building. The art tunnels were quite diffrent they had dine in restaurants, indoor corner stores, and much more. It was something id never seen before it was pretty amazing as to how they made the building.

The piece of art that caught my eye the most was the one pictured above, the last one that we saw. The colors and the way that the metal was arranged is just gorgeous they complemented each other perfectly.



HUGO October 4th: Georges Boulos

Two tours have passed and they have been two opportunities to open and enlighten my mind. The first trip, my tour of the street art village left me completely awestruck. I had high expectations for the trip in the beginning but as we pulled up to the building I immediately made assumptions. I had felt let down as we drove up to and approached the seemingly old and slightly dilapidated building that housed what I soon came to realize was a glorious testament to the new and fast developing art culture that has quickly taken root in the fair city. Soon after walking in and turning the first corner I found a picture that summed up all my new and blossoming ideas, and it was a simple statement. A simple, yet mysterious, hooded figure that seemed to represent the few isolated but knowing representatives of their genre which was capitalized by the words “Welcome to the Houston, Texas Art Mecca.”

 And a Mecca it is, it is a true melding of many different kinds of styles all in a singular space devoted to the furthering of no one’s personal goal but for the sake of their art. Before leaving this wonderful place I had to take one last trip through to appreciate the art and to make sure that nothing had been missed. And I had missed one dark corner that had been hidden from me, like a trip from my childhood in the dark recesses of my mind. Popeye, a notable figure from my early life had been painted into the corner of the dark room, echoing the dark times that surrounded him when I had seen him last, it spoke to every part of me and I was physically forced to stop and stare at the painting as, for a single moment, I stopped and lost myself in a daze.

My walk through and under Houston was a welcome, familiar and wondrous new look at a city that I thought I knew. Many like myself will go their whole lives never attempting to traverse the modern day catacomb to the time that people absently spend their lives. Now I had seen the art in passing, seen the buildings, seen the views but I had never before ventured inside any of the buildings before, seen the art behind the doors and I've now learned to look much closer. More than the winding tunnel and more than the sculptures purposefully added for their aesthetic qualities stood the city itself. The architecture that makes up the city’s essence. Towering and tiered skyscrapers, buildings made of metal and windows reflecting the day’s sun, but what caught my eye was not the buildings shining and reflecting light, it was a steep, delicate and tiered buliding whose image I caught while walking, glancing through the myriad maze of steel and glass i saw that it was completely shrouded in shadow, the monuments to man’s ingenuity surrounding it were reflecting all the sun rays and it stood there bare for me, every nook of the building and every detail laid bare. At my departing I could feel the difference in passing in bus and taking my time to walk through and truly absorb the environment that for my whole life I have lived so near yet absently ignored.