I love graffiti. It is visceral, bold, colorful, Baroque, and wild. You cannot but empathize with the lost souls who come to lonely places to make a mark
Do a Google search for Vancouver graffiti. It does not know of a treasure trove of superb graffiti. Here are some pictures from a venerable art house of graffiti. The art is in a cave, hidden to public view, and seldom touched by sunlight. Why not proclaim it and bring tourists to see this superb collection.
Maybe you dislike graffiti as it is disturbing: a protest howl; an anti-establishment cry; an affirmation of crazy individuality; a negative rejection of norms; a mess, generally.
Graffiti flourishes where we fail to make parks and places for prams. It flourishes in back alleys, on deserted doorways, on rail rolling stock, beneath bridges where only those breaking the law dare to go. In a perfect world, organized and controlled like the city of the Hunger Games, all public places would reflect the noblest ideals of a dictator society.
Thus I celebrate graffiti as an expression of the human spirit to create; to innovate; to make art; to make a statement; and to defy those who would impose their attitudes, ideals, and opinions on the rest of us.
I have been attacked for this opinion by those rich & successful folk who live in expensive, but dull houses where blue & white china is the mode. Talking of which, have you seen this picture that is blue & white, not graffiti, but art, yet equally disturbing and protesting of something.
So we come to the end of a week in which I defied convention by proposing:
- A cover of acid generating rock and perpetual treatment — at least the cover won’t erode away in thirty years like happened in Australia at Rum Jungle.
- Building a big dam and flooding the site at closure — at least this is consistent with park practice and common sense.
- Supporting the fellow whose paper they will not publish in the proceedings because he questions the wisdom of the conference topic.
- Rejecting cover designs for cold climates as an expression of consulting pride and lost direction.
The list goes on. I am not popular for these positions. I know I am right. I am spreading graffiti like mad. Time & tide will prove me right. So I revel as the weekend begins in the art of those lonely souls who defy convention and make beauty beneath bridges in place only I, who am prepared to clamber over wet soil & vegetation, can go.