Graffiti

I know the majority of these posts have to do with life and living and death and dealing with such things, however I'm going to be quite shallow in this entry.

I spoke to a man on a tram 2 nights ago. He was high or drunk, maybe both and anybody could find him intimidating. As obnoxious as he was, we did share a lot of similar interests. For example, music. Which sparked a ice-breaking conversation, from there we drifted to graffiti.

A lot of people adhere graffiti, but I like to see it as an art. The man on the tram described it as "imagine you sit on the tram...and every wall is white. It's the same. It's boring. We put color!" He was right. I mean, yes it is illegal and I dont condone illegal acts, but the truth of it all is that the tram would be a lot more bland.

Another way I saw this was in toilets while going to clubs. The messages, the song lyrics, stickers, drawings. When it is covered across the wall it is pure art. It is from 100 hearts thrown onto a single wall. And I love to take the time to just sit and stare at it all. In alleyways there is art made anonymously and paintings in modern art museums could not even think to compare.

Graffiti is an art and I stand by that. It is something to admired. I respect the people who endanger themselves to create their masterpieces. But every artist faced sacrifice somewhere in their lives. For graffiti artists, it would be their freedom. For Van Gogh, it would be his ear. For Da Vinci, it would be his safety. And the list goes on.