That face nuzzling the nape of the cat is freckled in aerosol and pressed into embrace by perspective, love and the solid lines of caricature.  Embracing street art takes an open minded view of buildings and history.  The sharp fresh images dance on the monumental stones of history and stir a new life into the city scape.  The faces of the chosen family gather in the neighborhood as reminder and welcome.  A memo that declares their presence and a greeting smile that invites the visitor in.

The dog days of lethargy proclaim political weakness and the unfinished demolition is mounted as a canvas of protest.  The dog park is not finished.  The dog is here.  Somewhere between plannng and execution there is the great gap of intention.  The power of street art is that it shouts when the stones are quiet.

The blue cat adopts a cubist stance as she guards against the future and becomes the future.  The blue hair, like blue food, appear anti-normative.  Yet as wrong as it appears, the declaration of power over and power with, concurrently convey a forever wrestling of past with present.

The transition from cross to crucifix has been one of those stumbling mumble blocks.  Yet on the steps of the cathedral, life in transition brings the night to life.  Art may be able to bridge gaps that cause debate and logic to stumble.  Maybe one day the altar and steps will merge.