The creative ones fearless enough to bring their talent to the street always fascinate me. Perhaps it’s because I often daydream my way into dancing on street corners and hearing the clink-clink of coins into an upturned hat amid hoots and cheerful applause… but that’s where it stops. A dream.
I live out my fantasy vicariously through the many talents that jump out of every nook and cranny in this beautiful port city. Here’s a list of the artists I passed just this weekend in a span of an hour’s walk around the center:
- Teenage boys blazing up the pavement with gravity-defying hip hop
- An aspiring country singer making music and magic on her guitar
- A chubby man blowing gigantic soap bubbles into the air and hearts of every child- young and old alike; if you know what I mean..
- Soulful tunes from a lone trumpet player
- A man painted in white and skilled at standing so still he would pass for a statue. (This talent leaves me a bit wary. See below for why..)*
- And my all-time favourite- an old gentleman with his ancient musical instrument: the Barrel Organ. This man’s commitment amazes me. He’s a regular feature at the markets, come summer, winter, sun or rain. I believe he does it not for money but for the sheer passion of his art.
*I once came across a statue in Dresden that I thought was rather disproportionate. I said so quite audibly. I might have said ugly. The statue growled and I fled! In my defense I didn’t know it was an actual person in paint and standing ramrod straight.In the statue’s defense, she was so good she fooled me. I take my time around statues now. Catch me voicing my opinion loudly? Not before I’ve stared it in the eye and made sure it isn’t alive.
(PS-This picture was taken before I gave my grand opinion.. lol)