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| thanks for ruining the view, future homeless person |
Real rebels don't take a class to learn how to be rebels. And not all rebels are James Dean, okay? The Unabomber was a rebel. Graffiti has gone from anti-establishment to...Mall of America.
Not that I condone douchebags scribbling half-baked "tags" on public buildings, which yanks even more tax money out of my paycheck to clean up their pathetic attempt at making a name for themselves. These kids can be seen failing every class at school, because of practicing these proverbial "dog markings" all over their notebooks. I am so sad for them, with their over-gelled hair, red-stained fingers from Hot Cheetos and their general illiteracy. I'm sad for me because that extra tax money could've paid for something important, like teeth bleaching or laser resurfacing. Those bastards are making me uglier.
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| yea this guy will not be attending college |
I'm all about publicly-condoned graffiti murals and Banksy-esque humor and positivity, like the forward-thinking art message he put up on the Gaza strip; a rare and kind gesture towards the Palestinians.
Or art that's uplifting in a funny way, helping you to see the word through an artist's eyes. This kind of graffiti enlivens the dead spaces around us, boosting morale and reminding us not to take ourselves too seriously.
This form of communication between artists and the general public cannot be learned in a graffiti class, where tweens in Abercrombie and Fitch will guilt their parents into shelling out for this Learning Annex-type situation. These parents are desperate for the faintest whiff of hipsterism, because they've been so busy changing diapers, they missed the memo stating that being called a hipster is actually an embarrassment. They'll brag on their Mommy Blogs about their child's graffiti class, as building after building around them gets marked up in spray paint by self-centered kids that have been brainwashed into thinking they're special.
If this sounds like a rant, that's because it is. I live in Los Angeles, and am forced to witness wall after wall of stupid. I want to live in a world where a kid would think twice about defacing an important road sign, putting magic marker scribble on art deco lamp posts or carving their initials into ancient trees, making them vulnerable to infection. Because infection is the name of the game, and I can't stand by and let Art Rebel infect the minds of bratty kids. Didn't they have to deflect enough crap, with Hanna Montana and Lizzie McGuire?
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| AWESOME |
Or art that's uplifting in a funny way, helping you to see the word through an artist's eyes. This kind of graffiti enlivens the dead spaces around us, boosting morale and reminding us not to take ourselves too seriously.
This form of communication between artists and the general public cannot be learned in a graffiti class, where tweens in Abercrombie and Fitch will guilt their parents into shelling out for this Learning Annex-type situation. These parents are desperate for the faintest whiff of hipsterism, because they've been so busy changing diapers, they missed the memo stating that being called a hipster is actually an embarrassment. They'll brag on their Mommy Blogs about their child's graffiti class, as building after building around them gets marked up in spray paint by self-centered kids that have been brainwashed into thinking they're special.
If this sounds like a rant, that's because it is. I live in Los Angeles, and am forced to witness wall after wall of stupid. I want to live in a world where a kid would think twice about defacing an important road sign, putting magic marker scribble on art deco lamp posts or carving their initials into ancient trees, making them vulnerable to infection. Because infection is the name of the game, and I can't stand by and let Art Rebel infect the minds of bratty kids. Didn't they have to deflect enough crap, with Hanna Montana and Lizzie McGuire?
