sometime in year 2000 i started following and photographing particular areas/walls in nyc for graffiti. the walls are ongoing and incidental and perfect in every moment of the evolution. street writers have such a rapid eye in terms of where to make their mark and the marks are so loaded with movement. and each writer has such vastly different mark making from the next. its similar to watching work of good Japanese calligrapher there’s such rapid, absolute sureness in the mark making, no hesitation, an elemental force moves the brush so the end result is a moving line. there’s a wildness and pureness in it and it is completely purposeful, no excess. you see that also in nature. purposeful action, the mark and the quiet that surrounds it. there’s the same wildness to these walls and you can never stop it in its place in time. you can photo it but its like photoing a crashing wave. the moment its photo'd its transformed and the next thing happens. maybe its why we love great painters because they capture that wildness and pureness in the line and now its captive, unchanging. one can look at it continuously and as long as one likes. that these walls never have the permanance is one reason why its so fun to watch them. stepping back from the wall and looking at the entire thing together is surprise every time. what happens next never can be anticipated. and so often the beauty and rightness in its parts is unbelievable. anyway recently worked in an area downtown that has this going on at the moment. surely its now changed so next time working over there i'll photo it again. i often think that all a great painter/designer needs to do is watch nature. graffiti is part of that. now i have to go to work. e.