By now you probably have heard the word “Moyano” a couple of times, if you haven’t Moyano is the name of the slope in downtown Madrid where most of us spend tons hours shredding, trying new slides and tricks, a skating paradise of concrete just in downtown Madrid.
On the top of the slope there is a statue we always go around, many people think is Claudio Moyano (a Spanish politician) himself but perversely is not Moyano but Pio Baroja, a basque writer from the mid XX.
Some weeks ago we were surprised to see the statue wearing fancy knitted legwarmer which we thought were pretty cool.
Struck we googled the phenomenon and voi la, it was what we suspected!: Knitt Graffiti
an artistic movement that started in 2005, founded by Magda Sayeg in Austin, Texas
Knitta or Knitta please are known for wrapping public architecture to make street art a little more warm and fuzzy, is a type of graffiti or street art less intrusive (more respectful with the public installations) employing colorful displays of knitted or crocheted cloth rather than paint or chalk.
While other forms of graffiti may be expressive, decorative, territorial, socio-political commentary, advertising or vandalism, knitta was initially almost exclusively about reclaiming and personalizing sterile or cold public places. It has since developed with groups graffiti knitting worldwide each with their own agendas.
If you want to see examples of knitta:
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