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by on December 24, 2023 at 4:51 pm
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I started to notice more graffiti above street level, on other train bridges, on rooftops, on high walls and car flyovers. How had those writers gotten there? Soon, wherever I went, I saw less the cold iron-and-brick brutality and more the masked persons climbing nimbly down the crosshatchings of the pilings, sprinting across the gravel, spray-painting the walls; less the steel girders and I-beams, and more the running and jumping and climbing and the thrill of hanging above the bustling road. A well-placed piece of graffiti, I realized, meant that someone had actually been there and written it—which suddenly meant that London, which is covered in graffiti, was way more open than all the CCTV and fences and walls suggested. Here’s how to look at London. Here’s how to live in London. Here I am, the writer says, in this place I can’t be.

Clement Gelly, “Graffiti, Through Grief and Discovery”, pub. Hazlitt [transcript in ALT]

I see graff off the side of those highway bridge things with death drops below and im just. in awe. death machines on one side, death by gravity on the other; and somehow, rushing through the thin space between life and death, is a talented and very brave artist who not only managed to get to that place but also to stay there all the long while and make art there. i have off the charts respect for graff artists. no fucking idea how they manage some of the shit they do.

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