Hosier Lane back alley mural in Melbourne for Mural Monday

 

In the dense visual tapestry of Melbourne’s street art, where walls compete for attention through scale, colour, and provocation, it is often the subtle gestures that linger longest. This particular ostrich mural distinguishes itself not merely through subject matter, but through character—an unmistakably feminine presence rendered with a deliberate and almost theatrical sensibility. Unlike many urban animal depictions that lean toward the symbolic or surreal, this ostrich feels curated, composed, and acutely aware of the viewer.

What immediately draws the eye is the treatment of the face. The lips, full and exaggerated, are outlined in a deep purple contour that resists blending into the rest of the palette. This is not incidental detailing; it is emphasis. The colour sits with a kind of cosmetic intentionality, evoking makeup rather than natural pigmentation. In doing so, the mural crosses from representation into performance. The ostrich is not simply an animal—it is styled, adorned, and presented. The aesthetic choices signal femininity in a way that is both playful and assertive, borrowing visual language from fashion and portraiture rather than wildlife illustration.

There is also an undeniable sense of flirtation embedded in the composition. It emerges not through overt gesture but through suggestion—the slight tilt of the head, the framing of the eyes, the way the lips seem poised between smirk and invitation. This anthropomorphic quality is crucial. The mural invites a kind of relational engagement; it acknowledges the passerby. In a city known for its ever-changing laneways and ephemeral works, this sense of directness creates a moment of pause. One does not simply observe the piece; one is, however briefly, implicated in it.

Within the broader context of Melbourne’s street art culture—particularly in iconic corridors such as Hosier Lane—this mural contributes to an ongoing dialogue about identity, gender, and representation. Street art here often oscillates between political commentary and aesthetic experimentation, yet this piece occupies a more nuanced space. It neither declares nor protests; instead, it plays. The flirtation is not trivial—it is a form of agency. The ostrich, often stereotyped as awkward or comical, is reimagined here as confident, even seductive. The mural subverts expectation by reclaiming the gaze rather than being subjected to it.

There is also something distinctly urban in this reimagining. The use of bold contouring and stylised features mirrors the visual language of contemporary media—advertising, social platforms, and fashion editorials. In this sense, the mural feels anchored in the present moment, reflecting not just artistic intent but cultural atmosphere. It resonates with a city that prides itself on style, individuality, and a certain irreverent charm.

Ultimately, what makes this mural compelling is its refusal to remain neutral. It engages, it suggests, and it lingers. Amid the constant flux of Melbourne’s street art, where works are painted over almost as quickly as they appear, this ostrich asserts a personality strong enough to endure—even if only in memory. It is not just a painting on a wall; it is a fleeting encounter with something self-aware, expressive, and quietly provocative.

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Adelaide portrait mural for Mural Monday

 

The first thing that caught my attention was not the mural itself, but what stood in front of it. A public toilet, functional and anonymous, interrupted the portrait like an awkward sentence in the middle of a poem. It seemed an odd decision—to commission a work of such scale and beauty only to hide part of it behind a building that few would choose to notice. Perhaps the wall was simply the largest canvas available, or perhaps the laneway evolved over time, with practical necessities quietly claiming space before art arrived to transform what remained. Whatever the reason, the mural survives the obstruction with remarkable dignity. It asks the viewer to move, to look beyond the obvious, to discover rather than merely consume.

The portrait itself possesses an extraordinary stillness. The young woman's face emerges from a constellation of fractured geometric planes, as though memory, ancestry and light have crystallised into human form. Around her, concentric rings ripple outward like echoes through water, suggesting both halo and heartbeat. The surrounding patterns—dots, sweeping curves and angular motifs—borrow from the language of abstraction without losing their emotional warmth. Even after years beneath Adelaide's sun, the work retains a quiet authority, reminding passers-by that street art is not merely decoration but an enduring conversation between artist, city and time.

It is fitting that the mural bears the signature of Vans the Omega (Joel Van Moore), one of Adelaide's most influential contemporary muralists. Beginning as a graffiti writer in the 1990s, Moore gradually transformed the vocabulary of lettering into something far more expansive. His work draws inspiration from architecture, engineering, ancient scripts and the geometry found throughout nature. Rather than treating portraiture and abstraction as opposites, he fuses them, allowing human faces to dissolve into intricate crystalline structures that suggest energy beneath the skin. Over more than two decades he has painted throughout Australia and internationally, while also serving as Artistic Director of festivals such as Wonderwalls and The Big Picture Festival, helping establish Adelaide as one of Australia's leading cities for public mural art.

This mural also belongs to a broader chapter in Adelaide's cultural history. During the past decade the city embraced large-scale public art as a means of revitalising forgotten laneways and blank walls. Artists such as Vans the Omega transformed neglected urban spaces into open-air galleries, where everyday commutes became encounters with contemporary art. His commissions across Chinatown, Bank Street, Glenelg and the East End reflect a philosophy that public art should be woven into daily life rather than confined within museum walls.

Standing before this portrait, I found myself wondering whether the public toilet inadvertently adds another layer to the story. Cities are never composed solely of monuments; they are built equally from necessities. Beauty and utility often occupy the same ground, though rarely in harmony. Here, a mundane structure partially conceals an artwork that celebrates humanity in all its complexity. Yet perhaps that is the lesson the mural quietly offers. Great art does not demand a perfect stage. It waits patiently behind the ordinary, rewarding those willing to step a little further, look a little longer, and discover that even the most overlooked corners of a city can hold its finest expressions of grace.

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Hindley St Mural in Adelaide for Mural Monday

 

This mural, splashed across the towering wall beside a public car park on Adelaide's lively Hindley Street, is impossible to ignore. It transforms an otherwise ordinary urban corner into a jubilant stage where Australia's wildlife gathers not in the bush, but around the familiar comfort of a neighbourhood pub. A dignified koala, dressed in a weathered stockman's coat and red neckerchief, takes centre stage with the quiet confidence of an old outback raconteur. Beside him, kangaroos, wombats, cockatoos, kookaburras, emus and even lounging pandas—playfully included as artistic guests—share drinks, laughter and stories as though the boundaries between species have dissolved over a convivial evening.

Behind this whimsical gathering rises a collage of Adelaide's identity. The elegant clock tower of the General Post Office, the soaring twin spires of St Francis Xavier's Cathedral, the bustling façade of Adelaide Railway Station and the city's famous blue-tongued kookaburra weave together into a vibrant civic tapestry. Above them, streaks of violet and indigo sweep across the sky, lending the mural the dreamlike quality of twilight, where memory and imagination intermingle.

Painted on the flank of a commercial building adjoining a public car park, the artwork embodies the spirit of modern Adelaide—a city that embraces street art not as decoration, but as storytelling. Hindley Street, long known for its colourful nightlife and eclectic character, finds an unexpectedly gentle ambassador in this mural. Rather than celebrating commerce or concrete, it invites passers-by to pause and smile, reminding them that even amid traffic, brick walls and parked cars, there remains room for humour, community and a touch of wonder.

Standing before it with my camera, I was struck by the delightful contradiction. The mural occupies one of the most utilitarian spaces in the city, yet it radiates warmth and hospitality. It imagines a world where native creatures gather as old friends over a quiet drink beneath Adelaide's landmarks, as if the city itself were extending an invitation: welcome, take a seat, and become part of the story. Against a sky brushed with feathered clouds, the painted wall seemed less like masonry and more like an open window into the playful soul of South Australia.

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Byron Bay Mural for Mural Monday

 

This mural, found on a brick wall in Byron Bay, NSW, is a striking example of the town’s long-standing embrace of street art as public storytelling. Painted directly onto the rough masonry, the work uses the texture of the bricks to animate the figure, allowing the seams and mortar lines to become part of the visual rhythm rather than an obstruction.

The central figure is a mythic, warrior-like woman, rendered with a contemporary, comic-inflected realism. Her gaze is direct and unwavering, framed by flowing hair and a crown that evokes classical iconography while remaining firmly modern. The palette is dominated by deep blues, aquas, and teals, suggesting oceanic movement and Byron Bay’s coastal identity, while warmer golds and flesh tones anchor the figure in human presence. The sense of motion—hair streaming, fabric and energy swirling around her—gives the mural a cinematic dynamism, as though the figure is emerging from water or storm.

At the lower right, the mural is signed, indicating authorship by a street artist active in the region. While Byron Bay hosts works by many visiting and local muralists, this piece reflects a style often seen in contemporary Australian street art: technically polished, mythologically referential, and consciously empowering in its portrayal of feminine strength.

Placed in Byron Bay’s urban fabric, the mural operates as more than decoration. It functions as a visual assertion of identity—creative, defiant, and imaginative—mirroring the town’s reputation as a place where art, individuality, and landscape intersect.

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North Richmond Mural for Mural Monday

 

It was a rain-soaked weekend, the kind Melbourne composes so effortlessly—streets glazed in silver, tramlines shining like drawn wire. Joel and I began in Carlton, lingering over lemon tarts whose sharp citrus cut cleanly through the damp air, before drifting eastward toward North Richmond in search of a bowl of pho, fragrant and restorative against the chill.

Somewhere along a narrow stretch of wall, between brick and shadow, we found her.

The mural rises vertically, painted across a rough, weathered surface whose pitted texture remains visible beneath the pigment. The palette is restrained—charcoal, ash, and muted slate—so that light and contrast carry the composition rather than colour. A woman’s face emerges from darkness, bisected by a concrete seam that runs down the centre like a deliberate scar. The artist has used the architectural division as compositional device: her gaze remains intact despite the fracture, both eyes aligned across the split, steady and luminous.

She wears a hat tilted low, its brim casting a diagonal band of shadow across her forehead. The geometry of light and dark—almost noir in sensibility—creates a cinematic tension. Fine gradations of grey model her cheeks and lips; the highlights in her eyes are precise, giving them a reflective, almost liquid depth. The surrounding negative space dissolves into abstraction, allowing the face to dominate without distraction. Rain had deepened the wall’s texture, saturating the darker tones so the image seemed freshly developed, as if emerging from a darkroom rather than sprayed onto masonry.

North Richmond and the broader inner-north corridor are known for an evolving street art culture—an informal gallery where commissioned murals coexist with ephemeral works layered over time. Many pieces in this area are unsigned or tagged only cryptically, and without a visible signature here it is difficult to attribute the work with certainty. Melbourne’s mural scene includes both local practitioners and international artists who leave transient marks during residencies or festivals; authorship in such contexts can be intentionally obscured, allowing the image to belong more to the street than to the individual.

What struck me most was the stillness of her expression. Not a smile, not quite solemn—rather a poised neutrality that resists easy narrative. In the rain-dimmed afternoon, with pho awaiting and lemon still lingering on the tongue, the mural felt less like decoration and more like encounter: a quiet, watchful presence inhabiting the city’s concrete skin, holding her gaze long after we walked on.

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ACDC Lane Mural in Melbourne for Mural Monday

 

A blonde lying her head on the ground as a mural on ACDC lane. 

In the hard clarity of daytime, the blonde mural on AC/DC Lane loses none of its melancholy. The sun falls directly across the brick wall, exposing every flake of paint, every water stain, every rough seam in the old masonry beneath her face. Her head lies sideways against the painted ground, blonde hair unfurling in pale ribbons across the wall as though the city itself sketched a weary goddess in aerosol and dust.

Without the mercy of neon or darkness, the lane appears almost brutally honest. Delivery trucks rattle past, tourists pause with coffees in hand, office workers cut through the alley without looking up. Yet she remains there above them all — enormous, silent, and strangely intimate — her expression suspended between exhaustion and defiance.

The daylight turns the mural into something less romantic and more human. The overspray, the fading pigments, the scars left by older graffiti all become visible, giving her face the texture of memory itself. Around her, AC/DC Lane crackles with colour and noise, but the blonde woman seems untouched by the commotion, as though she belongs to another slower world hidden beneath Melbourne’s restless surface.

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I recently lost contact with a close friend whom I had come to know through an online game that we played together for approximately a year. Due to financial pressures arising from his marital separation, including the need to provide substantial financial support to his former partner, he decided to leave the game and sell his account.

Although the friendship existed primarily within the context of the game, it had become a meaningful and valued connection. Following his departure, I realised that I was experiencing a genuine sense of loss. Reflecting on my emotional response, I believe I may be going through a grief reaction associated with the sudden disappearance of a friendship that had become an important part of my daily life.

Mural at Box Hill, Melbourne for Mural Monday

 

It is the event of the week - Mural Monday. This mural sat here for a couple of years. It is not conspicuous inside a laneway that no one would dare venture inside here. What is the point of painting a mural then?

Thanks for the acknowledgment for the misadventure yesterday. It was really due to lack of planning and investigation into the area. My pal and I tried to climb the boulder rocky coast which would only surface in the lowest tide. We tried to get to the spot and get out of it within 4 hours. The whole area is covered by snake holes and snake eggs that broke as well. 

I guess I will get back to street candid shots again lol.

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Makatron's basketball mural in Fitzroy Melbourne for Mural Monday

 

In the heart of Fitzroy, Melbourne, a vivid and commanding mural by renowned street artist Makatron stretches across a building wall, celebrating the legacy of basketball legends with unmistakable flair. Boldly coloured and rich in caricature detail, the mural features iconic players from the Chicago Bulls, including the unmistakable figure of Michael Jordan, alongside animated expressions, dynamic poses, and even the team’s red mascot brought to life with oversized sunglasses. Known for his large-scale, pop-surrealist works, Makatron infuses this piece with both nostalgia and urban energy, turning a quiet laneway into a vibrant homage to sporting greatness. The mural not only showcases his signature comic-inspired style but also contributes to Fitzroy’s reputation as a living gallery of contemporary street art

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Adelaide Mural Victoria Street Mural for Mural Monday

 

During my stay at the Playford Hotel in Adelaide for this year's geriatric conference, I often found my gaze drawn across the street to an elegant steakhouse adorned with a striking mural. It lent the place an air of sophistication, inviting the promise of an exceptional dining experience. Curious, I eventually stepped inside.

The meal was pleasant enough—the steak competently prepared and enjoyable without fault. Yet, for all its stylish presentation and premium pricing, it never quite rose to the heights its surroundings seemed to promise. Like the mural itself, the restaurant excelled in appearance and atmosphere, but the memory it left was more one of admiration than delight. 

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"She Imagined Bottons" Mural in Adelaide for Mural Monday (sorry spelling mistake)

 

At the corner where Morphett Street meets the restless tide of Hindley Street, an ordinary wall is transformed into an exuberant stage where imagination takes its bow. Towering above the passing traffic, "She Imagined Buttons," painted in 2020 by South Australian artist Jasmine Crisp, breathes unexpected life into the façade of the Rockford Hotel beside Sia Furler Lane. Commissioned as part of Adelaide's celebration as a UNESCO City of Music, the mural was conceived as a tribute to Adelaide-born singer Sia. Yet, after discussions surrounding its striking resemblance to the musician, Crisp reimagined the work into something even more personal—a joyful self-portrait inspired by the wonder she felt watching Sia perform as a teenager.

The result is a work that feels less like a portrait than a waking dream. Against the measured geometry of steel, glass and concrete, a young woman emerges from behind crimson theatre curtains, clothed in flowing charcoal folds yet adorned with necklaces of candy-coloured buttons, fields of crocheted flowers and a sky as bright as childhood memory. Her playful pose, framed by clouds and an explosion of colour, suggests someone caught between dance and laughter, inviting the city below to suspend disbelief for just a moment.

She is daring, though not because she bares her shoulders or gazes confidently across the intersection. Her true audacity lies in her refusal to surrender wonder to adulthood. Buttons become stars, needlework blossoms into landscapes, and forgotten craft is elevated into fine art. Every brilliant splash of colour defies the restrained palette of the surrounding buildings, quietly declaring that beauty often begins with the simplest of things and the courage to imagine them differently.

Palm trees drift across her figure like reluctant stage curtains, their trunks briefly obscuring the performance before revealing it again. Beneath her, cars stream endlessly through the intersection, pedestrians hurry towards appointments, and traffic lights dictate the rhythm of the day. Yet above this perpetual motion she remains suspended in joyful defiance, smiling as though time itself has slowed to admire the spectacle.

Perhaps that is the mural's greatest achievement. Born as an homage to a celebrated musician, it evolved into something far more universal—a celebration of inspiration itself. It reminds us that art does not merely imitate life; it transforms it, carrying the echoes of music, memory and imagination into places where they are least expected. In the heart of Adelaide's bustling CBD, where modern towers cast long shadows over busy streets, Jasmine Crisp's magnificent mural continues its silent performance, inviting every passer-by to look up, to smile, and to remember that even amid concrete and commerce, there is always room for colour, playfulness, and impossible dreams.

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The current housing debate often attributes the shortage of affordable housing to property investors. However, this overlooks the important role that private investment has traditionally played in supplying rental accommodation.

For decades, housing tenure has generally comprised three broad groups: those who own their homes outright, those purchasing with a mortgage, and those who rent. Although the exact proportions have changed over time, there has always been a significant proportion of the population who either cannot satisfy mortgage lending requirements or choose to rent because it better suits their circumstances. A healthy housing market therefore depends on a well-supplied rental sector.

From this perspective, Victoria's rental crisis is not simply the result of rising demand but also of a decline in rental supply. It is argued that successive Victorian Government policies have reduced the financial viability of residential property investment through higher taxes, increased regulatory obligations, and rising compliance costs. In response, many investors have exited the market by selling their rental properties, reducing the stock of homes available for lease.

When rental supply contracts while demand remains strong or continues to increase, vacancy rates fall, competition for available properties intensifies, and rents inevitably rise. Regardless of one's views on property investment, the reality is that private investors have historically provided a substantial proportion of Australia's rental housing. Policies that discourage investment without creating sufficient alternative sources of rental accommodation risk exacerbating shortages rather than alleviating them.

Addressing Victoria's housing challenges will require policies that increase overall housing supply while maintaining a viable and sustainable rental market for both tenants and housing providers.

Taipei Mural for Mural Monday

 

I came upon a charming mural near the entrance of a night market in Shulin, Taipei. I arrived too early, before the market had come to life, and so, with little else to do, I captured a photograph of the mural before continuing on my way.

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When I was in high school, my English teacher held a peculiar aversion to the word senseless, deeming it wholly nonsensical. She would penalise me on several occasions merely for employing the term, as though it were a kind of linguistic taboo in her classroom. At the time, I understood senseless to signify a state of numbness or insensibility. Yet now, in contemporary media, one frequently encounters the word used to describe acts of violence and tragedy — "senseless crimes" and "senseless deaths" abound in the headlines. I cannot help but wonder whether the language has shifted with the passage of time.

Brunswick Mural Melb for Mural Monday

 

In Brunswick, a wall becomes a threshold between the seen and the felt.

Two figures rise from the concrete, their faces shaped in quiet greys, as if memory itself had learned to take form. The woman’s expression is gentle yet searching, her gaze drifting beyond the street; beside her, the man carries a stillness edged with thought, his eyes holding something unspoken. Together, they seem suspended in a moment that does not pass.

Around them, colour breaks loose—streaks and shards of brightness cutting through restraint, like emotion insisting on being heard. Above, a luminous geometry unfolds, almost celestial, a suggestion of order hovering over the restless energy below. It feels like a mind opening, or perhaps a universe briefly revealing its hidden pattern.

The mural bears the quiet signature of CTO—Peter Seaton—whose work often lingers in this space between precision and instinct, portrait and abstraction. Here, the wall does more than display; it breathes, it questions, it holds a tension between calm and chaos.

And as the city moves past—cars, footsteps, fleeting glances—the mural remains, watching without urgency, as though it has all the time in the world to be understood.

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Mural at AC DC Lane for Mural Monday

 

The mural in AC/DC Lane wears the disguise of graffiti, yet it is something more deliberate than a hurried spray of paint. Colours spill across the wall in vivid currents, colliding and intertwining like fragments of a dream half remembered. Each stroke appears purposeful, guided by an unseen rhythm rather than randomness, drawing the eye deeper into its labyrinth of forms.

There is a faintly psychedelic quality to it, as though the artist has translated music into colour and motion. Shapes seem to pulse and shift with every glance, inviting the imagination to wander beyond the brick and mortar beneath. In a laneway celebrated for its rebellious spirit, the mural stands not as an act of vandalism but as a living canvas—an explosion of creativity that turns an ordinary wall into a trippy voyage through light, colour, and imagination.

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I was watching a zombie manga brought to life on Netflix, where the end of the world seemed less frightening than the dreams it liberated. The hero filled his bucket list with exquisite pleasures: soaking in Japan’s finest onsen while steam curled into mountain air, surrendering to the craftsmanship of a sushi master who had spent thirty years perfecting a single cut of fish, chasing experiences polished to their highest form before time ran out.

Yet as I watched, I felt no envy.

Perhaps that is because those distant dreams no longer seem so distant. A flight to Taipei can now deliver its own abundance of delights: bowls of noodles perfected through generations, hidden teahouses scented with wood and leaves, markets glowing deep into the night, and meals prepared with the same devotion that elevates food into art. Excellence is no longer confined to a single country or a single pilgrimage.

The anime’s bucket list reminded me that happiness is often advertised as something waiting elsewhere, just beyond the horizon. But when I looked up from the screen, I realised my own life was not lacking. There are journeys still to take and places still to discover, yet there is already richness in the days I live now. The world has not ended, and neither have its pleasures. They remain scattered across cities, mountains, conversations, meals, and quiet moments of contentment.

I am not living a bad life, I think. In fact, I may already be living many of the things that once belonged on someone else's bucket list.

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Duckboard Place mural for Mural Monday

 

This mural has been sitting there for years. I never had a good light to capture this mural properly. Lucky in one of my lovely photo walks there 

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Christchurch Mural in New Zealand for Mural Monday

 

The mural, an impressive and expansive work, first caught my attention when I visited Christchurch earlier this year for a conference. Revisiting the photograph now for Mural Monday, I am struck anew by its vibrancy and significance — a fine testament to the city’s enduring spirit and creative renewal in the years following the major earthquake.

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Adelaide Car Park mural for Adelaide

 

This mural was impossible to ignore. Painted onto the stark concrete walls of a rather dingy city car park, it erupted from the grey like an apparition from another world. Through my lens, the monstrous figure resembled a Japanese demon samurai, its fearsome face hidden behind a menacing mask, crimson eyes burning with hostility and jagged teeth bared in a silent snarl. The wild white hair seemed to explode into the surrounding space, while the vivid blues and blacks sliced across the wall like strokes from a warrior's blade.

The bleakness of the car park only heightened its impact. What might otherwise have been a forgettable passage through the city became an unexpected gallery, where raw concrete served as the perfect canvas for an artist's imagination. I had wandered through Adelaide in search of murals, never quite knowing what would appear around the next corner, and this fierce guardian was a rewarding discovery.

One detail I appreciated was that the artwork had been left untouched. In a place where graffiti often gives way to random tagging, this mural still stood with its integrity intact, allowing every carefully crafted line and colour to command attention. It felt less like vandalism and more like contemporary mythology painted on an urban wall—a modern oni standing watch over an otherwise unremarkable parking structure.

As I framed the shot, I resisted the temptation to crop too tightly. Leaving the surrounding concrete in view preserved the contrast between the drab, industrial architecture and the explosive vitality of the mural. It is that juxtaposition—the ordinary meeting the extraordinary—that drew me to press the shutter. Sometimes the most compelling photographs are not found in grand landscapes, but in forgotten corners of a city where art unexpectedly breathes life into cold concrete.

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Bar Mural in St Kilda Melbourne for Mural Monday

 

The magnificent mural depicting a giant bat with richly textured wings and dreamlike imagery is most assuredly Release the Bats, a work by the accomplished Australian artist Hayden Dewar. Completed in August 2023 under the commission of the Port Phillip Council, the mural adorns the wall at 6 Belford Street in St Kilda, Melbourne. Dewar, known for his vivid visual storytelling and imaginative use of colour and form, has here rendered a surreal grey-headed flying fox soaring through a vibrant landscape interwoven with motifs drawn from the local environment—native flora, references to Luna Park, the surrounding live music culture, and the coastal charm of St Kilda.

Joel and I had come to the area that day for an Italian luncheon and, by happy fortune, managed to secure a rare parking space nearby. The artwork, set against the bright tones of the streetscape, provided an unexpected and captivating visual delight—its fantastical scale and layered symbolism leaving a lasting impression.

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Mural reflection at Sunshine Lane in Brunswick for Mural Monday

 

On Sunshine Lane in Brunswick, the mural spoke in a language of repetition — humble blue patterns marching across the wall like fragments of tiled memory. Beneath it sat an abandoned chair, painted in almost the exact shade of weary cobalt, as though it had quietly surrendered itself to the artwork behind it.

Rainwater had gathered in the uneven lane below, turning the gutter into a trembling mirror. The chair, the mural, the peeling textures of brick and paint all dissolved into the sloshy reflection, wavering with every ripple and passing breeze. What was ordinary by daylight became strangely cinematic — a forgotten corner of the city briefly transformed into an accidental study of colour, solitude, and symmetry.

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Fitzroy Mural in Melbourne for Mural Monday

 

While Nicco assembled my sandwich behind the counter, I drifted outside with camera in hand, passing the small interval in the way photographers often do — by hunting fragments of the city that pulse with character. On a Fitzroy wall sprawled a mural that looked equal parts fever dream and back-alley mythology: wiry little street gangsters clutching oversized pistols, wild-eyed animal figures grinning with cartoon menace, and layers upon layers of graffiti pressing in at the edges like urban vines reclaiming brick.

The whole scene carried that unmistakable Fitzroy energy — unruly, theatrical, slightly feral. Spray paint bled into old tags and fresh colours fought for territory under the afternoon light. Nothing matched, yet somehow everything belonged together. The mural felt less like a painting and more like a living argument between artists, vandals, storytellers and the suburb itself.

For a fleeting moment, while the scent of toasted bread and grilled meat drifted from Nicco’s kitchen behind me, the laneway became its own small theatre of chaos and colour.

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Adelaide carpark mural for Mural Monday

 

In the same Adelaide car park as last week's mural, another giant cartoon seems to have emerged from the concrete walls, bright and unapologetically strange. Pink and blue fingernails stretch across the painted scene, giving the whole work a wonderfully surreal character—as though some playful giant has wandered into the car park and left a fragment of a dream behind.

There is something oddly charming about finding art in such an ordinary place. Among parked cars, grey concrete and passing footsteps, this vivid mural breaks the monotony with colour, humour and a touch of beautiful absurdity.

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