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Reykjavík Street Art

I'll wrap up my last post about my trip soon, but in the meantime I want to share some of the fabulous street art of Reykjavík that my brain feasted on during my 24 hours there. These murals inspire. 
Flying unicorns and rainbows!
That pretty much sums up how I feel about Iceland.





Dan getting the side eye


This doppelganger asshat tagged half of the city

I love this one - check out the wolf in wolf's clothing

Even the temporary siding became art, complete with an active volcano
and robot eye beams destroying the city

I don't have to understand it to love it

The lighting is perfect
The ultimate fist pump
Even the storefronts get their art on

This one by Skiltamálun Reykjavíkur is another favorite

Hope you enjoyed! And a special shout out to all those in this world who are building beauty in it through your street art: you make a real impact and I hope you keep doing what you're doing.

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