Whether you consider graffiti art or vandalism, It's here to stay. In the ruins of Pompeii, graffiti is abundant. A lot of it seems contemporary. Praise of a famous athlete, insults, sexual graffiti that promises unimagined heights of delight with somebody named Glutinous Maximus.
In modern day Los Angeles, graffiti includes an amazing spectrum of messages and art. Gang related graffiti abounds in the ghetto as well as the barrio. Tags by the Cripps and home boys is often punctuated with automatic weapons fire. A form of critique I wish I could have had in art school.
A lot of graffiti is aimed at a specific audience. Signs abound with messages such as "No overnight parking, or "psychopaths for Jesus."
The form of graffiti that interested in most is the kind of unique graffiti that can fit neatly onto a small parking lot sign. Who ever does these is the most picky tagger in the world. The colleges of images that are glued down are done with such precision that I wonder why such a tagger did not become a brain surgeon.
These signs are super glued to the out side of a chain of convenience stores called the Seven Eleven. Open twenty four hours a day, they as close to a home as a lot of nomadic Californians will ever get.
When ever I stop at a seven eleven store, I check out the signs to see if it might be the one that's perfect. If it's not, I don't worry because I'll at another seven eleven in an hour or two. Occasionally, I wonder what is actually at the bottom of all that glue and cheap paper, but I've never met any one who has seen that.
|Camera:||Nikon Coolpix P510 Check out Nikon Nation!|
|Recording media:||JPEG (digital)|
|Date Taken:||9 Mar 2014 - 2:59 PM|
|Lens Max Aperture:||f/3.0|
|Exposure Mode:||Program AE|
|Flash:||Off, Did not fire|