The
street art vagabond has sworn to preserve for Posterity the diversity
of graffiti – it is her duty to capture, isolate, and upload
photographs of any urban artwork she locates by bicycling
or walking or skating around a city. Looking, however, does not always slake her thirst:
in order to perpetuate the phenomenon of artwork that seems to appear
suddenly on previously unadorned urban surfaces, and to prove her
passage through the area, she leaves her unique mark, a hand-drawn image
that serves as her Glyph of Personal Identification, her own meager
tribute to the maddeningly prolific beautification campaign known as
street art (or, alternately, as vandalism).
The
urban artist spends resources such as time and money on his efforts
to fill the urban environment's many empty spaces with colorful and
bizarre pictures; for his troubles he is hounded by police and
harassed by them likewise. In addition to such acts of state-mandated
repression, he suffers from repeated and chronic bouts of a newly classified condition known as phaltweariness (the individual suffering from this condition will commit frequent acts of frugality and self-sacrifice; his actions will reek of
virtuous behavior; he will act not out of a desire to prove
himself to another person, or to claim for himself glory, but because
the majesty of the human spirit has rewarded his sacrifice of time
and self by filling him with a transcendent vigor not seen since the
dawn of humankind).
No
grasp as fleeting as that of Big Brother might contain, however, the
inexorable and all-nullifying tempest that is Virtuous Action. The
street art vagabond therefore who hurls without ado the bounty of her
artistic labor upon the phaltscape's expectant canvasses while
showcasing freely upon w3 her fellow street artists' work (where it shall be judged and
ignored until all servers crash at once), she who does these things
simply because they need doing, she who refuses to claim ownership
over any part of the process, that street artist is phaltworthy –
she acts for the good of the world by leaving well enough alone.
Spes
Mea In Ratio Est - 場黑麥
John
Paul Roggenkamp
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