Tag: streetart

There’s no way you’re going to get a quote from us
He does not want to fail; he cannot afford to fail
It can’t stay open. I have a good life
He wasn’t angry about going home anymore
You wore too much eyeliner, but you were so pretty!
It seemed like it would be cheating to use words
There had been some kind of infraction; she was certain of that
This moment might never come again
Since when did you take an interest in sports?
He praised everything except my physical beauty
It always makes me nervous when a woman intervenes
Are you okay?
Time and again, people rushed by and ignored her
I’m missing my friends too
She thought she had all the answers now
You scared the hell out of some folks today!
Most of them are hidden in gauzy wrappings that look like shrouds
She cupped her palms over her eyes and waited
It’s always better to make people think you have nothing at all
This was the farthest from home he had ever travelled
He opened his eyes in shock at the image, the sensual clearness of it
Hiding your beauty behind strange vowels
I walked here. A long, long, long, long way
There was nowhere else gracefully to go
There is nothing in his world but himself
I don’t think I have ever felt more alive, he thought
I just want to get out alive and breathing
This afternoon I came here and buried fifty books below the water
We stayed strong for a very long time
We used to hang around amongst the burnt out cars and buildings
I expect much more epic story telling
I started putting tags up when I was about 9
Cherish it, because it is the last freedom that we have
I would read the streets as I went round the city
For me there was no choice, someone had to take a stand
No one really did rooftops like we do now back when we started
Sweating in tunnels, waiting in the cold, living a free life
On nights like these we defy fear and conformity and dance in the flicker of hope
That’s why I tried to document the moment
A smile might have played round my lips
I remembered the first time a dentist gave me an injection
I was the most solitary of all
The country he had broken out of was all unknown to them
How delightful to see you!
All your certainties are being blown away
My dad thought it would be educational
People were charmed and captivated
But you don’t know how to surf
He was having a hard time keeping her on his mind
Titania leaned close to listen to the songs