KATHMANDU, NEPAL STREET ART: A MONKEY OR MAYBE A GOD

Another corner, another giant watching over Kathmandu. This time, it’s a monkey—or maybe a god—painted onto a crumbling wall like it’s been there forever, eyes wide and oddly kind, palms pressed together in a gesture that could mean prayer or welcome or apology. Or all three.

July 13, 2025

KATHMANDU, NEPAL STREET ART: STREET-SIZED SOUL


Tucked into an alley off the chaos of a Kathmandu street, I looked up and saw him—watching. Or maybe dreaming. A face painted in rich teal and blue, eyes glowing gold like he’s seen through the mess and noise of the city and come out the other side with wisdom—or maybe just exhaustion. It’s one of those murals that doesn’t shout. It waits. You either notice it, or you don’t.
Kathmandu gives you this. One minute, you’re dodging potholes and horns; the next, you stumble into a street-sized soul staring back at you from the wall. That’s why I’m here. For moments like this—gritty, hidden, holy in their own weird way.

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KATHMANDU, NEPAL STREET ART: UNDERSTANDING by PRATAP


“Peace comes not by avoiding the world, but by understanding it.”
— Himalayan proverb, often shared by monks in the Kathmandu Valley

This reflects the grounded Nepali way of embracing life with compassion, clarity, and humility—not escaping chaos, but moving through it with presence. It’s the kind of quiet wisdom you feel walking through Bouddhanath as prayer flags flutter above and wheels spin gently below.

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KATHMANDU, NEPAL GRAFFITI: VANDAL PIGS

This is the first wall I saw when I arrived. It felt good to be around graffiti again after a year of living in Bhutan…

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KATHMANDU, NEPAL STREET ART: BEAUTIFUL NEPAL by ASEK

Nepal-based street artist, ASEK.
IG: @asek_graff

13july25

KATHMANDU, NEPAL: TOUCHDOWN

Gate 3 at Paro Airport
Probably the last time on this tarmac
Leaving Bhutan
Arriving Kathmandu

Touchdown in Kathmandu.

After a year in Bhutan’s quiet hills, I’ve landed in the layered chaos of Kathmandu—a city where color spills from every wall and the past leans in close. It’s a return to what sets my pulse right: street art. Not murals confined to galleries or curated installations—but raw, public expression etched into alleyways and crumbling facades.

This isn’t just a trip. It’s a calling back. To walk, to look, to write. To lose myself in the rhythm of spray cans and stories. To rediscover the language of the walls.

For a while, I’m letting this city be my canvas, my classroom, my collaborator.

Let’s see what it has to say…

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