In mid-July, I flipped the bird to New York City and decided to spend some time in Spain for a much needed getaway to refocus, remix and spend sometime with my better-half. Aside from trying to keep up with the language (my Spanish is decent, but here the accent is lisp-heavy and folks blend Catalan making for a totally new tongue), getting used to the time difference and euro vs. dollar sticker shock, so far so good. The food is fresh, the people are friendly and pace is easyâ€”but until yesterday I realized, I was missing something.
Last night my friends and I took a late night walk through Valencia to have dinner, among us was artist Nacho Magro ak ESCIF who showed us two mural pieces while on his way. He’s the hotness, thank me later. Looking at his work, along with the work of various other artists on the street, I realized the source of that nagging feeling that started the previous week while I was capturing the street art I saw in Madrid, simply, I missed seeing Barack.Â Outside of appearing on the nightly newscasts, Barack is nowhere to be found in the streets. While I can’t speak for Barcelona, it seems that Obama’s face is not made for the streets of Spain. While I shouldn’t expect to see him everywhere in the world (how American of me!), I was a little curious to see how his image would be remixed here. But like most folks outside of the US, la gente en Espana are more concerned about what he is going to do rather that what he looks like.