The walk from the Duna to Arany Janos takes five minutes. Slipping over tram lines we pass a holocaust memorial-turned-dog-park, a 24/7 parking lot, a busy donut cafe and one of the worst-kept secrets in the city – Zellas Bistro. Staring up at the mottled grey sky, cumulus pillows climb high as the first pitter-patter of afternoon rain starts to shower the dusty spring city. Taking refuge in a small eatery we watch the rain chase unprepared tourists from one doorway to the next, stopping only to check their saturated paper maps amidst the warm downpour.
‘Urban Whispers is an ongoing project to document some of the more eye-catching arrangements of urban art where ever I end up spending the night. I’m primarily interested in how graffiti interacts with its environment, but also capture paint, brickwork, rust, and doorways.’