I’ve always liked the dangerous yet tantalizing look of graffiti. There’s really no other art like it, dabbling in vibrancy, uniqueness, shapes and sizes, style.
In the many adventures I’ve embarked on, graffiti is often present. Lurking in cement cracks, splayed across concrete and steel, even emblazoned on logs in the forest. It’s a bit like a treasure hunt – there’s always something remarkably astonishing waiting to be seen, someone’s own signature sprayed daringly on a spontaneous canvas.
Yay, graffiti is an interesting form of street art. I’ve been capturing some amazing ones when I lived across from a train track going to and from the states to Seattle. You have some cool intersections of styles. Also like the slug mushroom one, well and the steamboat. Love your work, keep it up.
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