Still with me? In the story so far I’m still in Augsburg and have spent six days making art in a giant city-centre fish tank. Missed it? Read previous days here and come back. I’ll wait…
So spending so much time in a big glass fish tank makes a girl long for fresh air. Lucky for me Augsburg has fresh air all over the place and green spaces making even more fresh air in case that runs out. If a city has lungs pumping O2 out to the body of the place, then I reckon Augsburg’s lungs are its beautiful Botanical Gardens.
Joining me on my mission to find Augsburg’s mossy underbelly were two hastily knit floating flutterguys. For the occasion I named them Kleine Blaue (Little Blue) who has unexplained rage, and Kleine Gelbe (Little Yellow) who is a bit of a party animal. Say hello, boys (they have been learning German from a cheesy BBC website which I have badly translated. Gawd bless ya, internets).
On the way we met some of Augsburg’s wildlife:
The walls of the Botanical Garden were guarded by a dangerously huggy grizzly graffiti bear. We managed to slip by him unnoticed while he smothered an unsuspecting graffiti kid.
Beyond the walls was an island of pollen, petals and plenty of other creatures. Here are a few of the ones we found:
All that calming greenery seemed like the perfect place to leave an angry Stitched Schmetterling. Kleine Blaue was released into the wild. There he proceeded to treat passers by to his tiny threatening tirade.
Time to head back into the city for some well-earned beer after all that tough lazing around in the sunshine.
On the way back we saw some familiar street art friends:
(A little note on these flowers. During ‘Big Brother’ style interrogation that morning camera-ninja Jürgen burst my bubble by telling me these flowers are copied from a graffiti artist in Barcelona. I have yet to find evidence to back his claim up though. Meddling camera monkey! If this is true I really need to go to Barcelona and make more woolly tributes, no?)
Hours and beers later we ended up down a shady backstreet, through several hallways, past a graffiti knitted banister (too dark to take any good pictures of) and into the innards of a rather cool little night club.
There we made music:
We made art:
We threw shapes on the dance floor (well some of us did):
And one party animal Stitched Schmetterling found his home on the beer-scented nightclub wall:
The last I saw of him he was encouraging people to participate in crazed drinking games. Poor guys. He may look tiny but Kleine Gelbe can drink like an alcoholic camel.