I remember adults being upset about graffiti when I was small. I understand why – it was mostly just vandalism then.
When it’s done with intention, when it isn’t spoiling something enjoyable or holistically purposeful though, I get that. It’s modern cave-painting. It’s the creative burst, no matter how crude the subject, in which I feel aware of the mood & movement of the originator, like residual aura.
Sometimes it’s wild giggling.
Other times it’s humour, identity or control; always interesting when the compulsion has simultaneously been about creativity, infamy and rebellion.
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