love hurts!

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artist stephen powers grew up in west philadelphia, where walls and rooftops were a blank canvas for the former graffiti artist. now, with the help of the philadelphia mural arts program, he has put a spin on the traditional notions of graffiti with love letter. the project is literally his love letter to the city where he grew up, that can also be read as a love letter from one person to another or from the residents of west philadelphia to their neighborhood.

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A Letter for One with Meaning for All

The City of Philadelphia Mural Arts Program and Philadelphia native, New York-based artist Stephen Powers have collaborated to create Love Letter, a public art project consisting of a series of 50 rooftop murals from 45th to 63rd streets along the Market Street corridor. The murals, which are best viewed from the Market-Frankford elevated transit line, collectively express a love letter from a guy to a girl, from an artist to his hometown, and from local residents to their West Philadelphia neighborhood. Love Letter, which will be documented in two books, a film, and a gallery exhibition, speaks to all those who have loved and for those who long for a way to express that love to the world around them.


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N.Y. / Region
URBAN HIEROGLYPHICS; Hinting at the Hint of a Story
By Dana Jennings
Published: February 24, 2002

They are like so many messages let out of the bottle. Crumbs of paper, accidental graffiti, escaped from purses, notepads and windshield wipers. They swirl in the wind, nip at our heels, curl into dark corners. Harried objects of the moment, printed and in script, evoking the licked tip of a yellow, No. 2 pencil, Bic-stained fingers. They become cryptic scraps, hinting at the hint of a story. Certainly not the opening lines of any tale, but a clause leaked from the middle: the visual equivalent of overheard whispers. And, finally, they feel human, fragile, cultural connective tissue. As the poet Charles Simic says, ''The ephemeral is eternal.''