Today I want to bring you to discover the street art in Sliema, to show you a different side of Malta (which we all know mainly for its sea). The hotel where I stayed was located just in this small town and during one of my long walks I discovered these murales almost by accident!
Therefore I thought to go for a shoot of all the street art graffiti I could find: I decided almost immediately to share also with you the beauty of some of these drawings.
Already on the first day, along the wall that borders the beach in front of the hotel where we slept, I noticed the first works of street art: these drawings have impressed me for their dark and gloomy colors and also for their beauty. After a closer inspection of these designs I discovered that this work was made for a festival that was held right in Sliema.
(I didn’t find anywhere the year of that festival). The second graffiti I found is located inside a playground area along Tower Road: very large and certainly very well done, with its gray color it seemed to me very gloomy and it put on me a little bit of anxiety (maybe for very large birds as well as for its colors). After that I decided to continue my walk because I knew there were other graffiti, some of which very interesting. So I went directly to look for a huge graffiti with a very fascinating story that “joins” Malta and Italy:
“[…]The man “enters” into the tunnel in Sliema, Malta, and it “emerges” in Sapri, 700 kilometers away: much longer are the distances traveled by migrants seeking a better life, to reach European Maltese or Italian coasts[…] “. I discovered the history of this graffiti when I read an article written on the Huffington Post. It is located in a side street, in a large car park, but you can see it very well from Tower Road (my suggestion is to go anyway a little bit closer to admire it better and to understand how big it is.
During our first day in Malta we had a long walk and we had also seen other murals along the rocky beach that runs along the residential area of Sliema: I decided to come back armed with my camera. I will not dwell too much to tell you about it for two reasons:
first of all I think that the photos speak for themselves (and says a lot more than words) and the second reason is that I wouldn’t risk to dwell endlessly repeating always the same things. What do you think about these pictures? There is one that, for some reason, it affects you more than others? Let me know!