When Graffiti is released from its urban streetscapes of identity, body imagery and bondage …
… all beautiful …
… they look like magic.
They are magic.
It matters not that they go by the name of art.
Or by the name of graffiti.
It is all an opening.
It is all resistance.
It is love and life.
Against the power of death. Here are the grounds of the old Gau (Tribal Administration District) Administration Building of the Nazi State (to the right in the image) in Weimar, Germany, converted into an underground parking lot for the shopping mall in back.
In front of the poet’s drugstore (The Goethe Apotheke, above), that’s a good spot. Or in front of the poet’s garden house (Schillers Gartenhaus) in Jena below.
We are dancing on the abyss.