Clegg House
Beware of Colour - This is an urban experiment. it is a questioning of what the city is, what it has been, and what it will be. it is a re-framing of buildings that have been forgotten. they re-appear before us through pink. it is a re-invention of space. a celebration of the unapologetic. it’s a new story that needs to be written. a love letter from our creatives to our land owners, our chief executives, our politicians. we look at buildings that have been left behind by time and we caress their walls with our paint brushes. we tickle them in hopes that they will tickle her. she who walks to work in the morning her heels clinking and clanking. we play with them in hopes that they will play with him. he who sits around in the afternoon after waiting long hours in the unemployment line. we whisper out their windows in hopes that they will whisper in their ears. whisper to them: messages of hope instead of fear. we know well that safety thrives in bright pink and danger dwells in muddy browns and faded greys. hot pink laughs. dark brown frowns. hot pink dances. grey merely moves. together, we dress fear in pink in hopes that she will smile a little and join us in reinventing much.
Clegg House
Beware of Colour - This is an urban experiment. it is a questioning of what the city is, what it has been, and what it will be. it is a re-framing of buildings that have been forgotten. they re-appear before us through pink. it is a re-invention of space. a celebration of the unapologetic. it’s a new story that needs to be written. a love letter from our creatives to our land owners, our chief executives, our politicians. we look at buildings that have been left behind by time and we caress their walls with our paint brushes. we tickle them in hopes that they will tickle her. she who walks to work in the morning her heels clinking and clanking. we play with them in hopes that they will play with him. he who sits around in the afternoon after waiting long hours in the unemployment line. we whisper out their windows in hopes that they will whisper in their ears. whisper to them: messages of hope instead of fear. we know well that safety thrives in bright pink and danger dwells in muddy browns and faded greys. hot pink laughs. dark brown frowns. hot pink dances. grey merely moves. together, we dress fear in pink in hopes that she will smile a little and join us in reinventing much.