There was a time I fantasized about doing graffiti. I knew of a woman where I worked who was part of a movement that worked on trains. By that I mean they tagged box cars or tankers or what have you with their paintings. Hers were small and figurative, spidery and haunting. I remember the feeling you got more than an exact image, so her work has stayed with me. She died very young, maybe in childbirth. Her story is heartrending. I hope her daughter and husband are well.
I still think about doing graffiti. I've even designed a small reproducible piece, easily copied, cut out and slapped on surfaces. What is my hesitation? Well, getting caught of course. Not because I'm an obvious choice for this kind of "crime", but because we're surrounded by cameras, constantly under surveillance. So, irony of ironies, if you ever see a small xeroxed eyeball staring out at you from a stop sign or the corner of a building, please don't let on that you know who the responsible party is.
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