In graffiti subcultures, painting over another writer’s work is akin to crossing

Life is emotionally abusive, as existential philosopher Taylor Swift has noted. Sometimes

Over the pandemic, Camilla d’Errico’s life turned upside down. Surrounded by

“Los Angeles…she’s a moody, needy, demanding city. She’ll put you in the

Pixie dust, a penguin in vintage shoes, colorful toy guns available for 10 cents—you’ll

The fourth wall is an imaginary boundary that separates a story from its audience,

Our mission at NOT REAL ART has always been to support the creative community in

Six years ago, Heather Beardsley visited the site of an infamous—and recent—nuclear

Flashback to the 1960s: Op Art, short for Optical Art, emerged in a decade that matched

In the 1970s, street art and skateboarding collided. Both groups were seen as rebellious,

The winters in Buffalo, NY, are brutal. Situated on Lake Erie at the mouth of the

A meditation on violence, political power, and the weight of malicious words, Dylan

North, South, East, and West mark the four corners of the world around us. The classical

If first birthdays are a time to celebrate new beginnings, the Cheech Marin Center

Break out the bikini top (and remember to slather on plenty of sunscreen)—summer

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, as the nursery rhyme goes. Unlike the original Humpty,

A sweet tooth doesn’t have to stop at the taste buds. Piled high with soft, runny

“Even the strongest superhero needs allies,” writes poet, painter, and graffiti

Inspiration can strike where you least expect it. For Japanese artist Mayuka Yamamoto,

Justice is something you fight for. That’s what Erin Yoshi’s parents told her

The team at Australian art magazine Beautiful Bizarre are leaving the outback this

Good things come in threes: Charlie’s Angels; Hermione, Harry, and Ron; the Sanderson

Imagine pairing spring green trousers with a princess pink sweater. Or an electric

We’ve all witnessed the quick flip of window blinds or heard the rushed click of

Blank walls should be filled. Period. Whether you’re holed up in a teeny tiny NYC