…Back to the Future …
Graffiti used to annoy me “big time”! Across the country, around the world, it seemed – to me – that everywhere I looked, some “ones” had left their marks – on buildings, freight trains, bridge underpasses, the sidewalk, etc. Occasionally, on my walks I still see evidence of these snippets of someone’s art and feelings…but I’ve “grown accustomed to their face“…or perhaps inured …
I remember one day I was with my mother; perhaps we were on the Metro train platform. All around, on buildings and billboards – graffiti. I started to rant, rave…My mother, being my mother – calm, mature, very prescient – said to me: “Remember the cave man!”
Mais Oui! But of course! Stopping me in my rant. Giving me a new, different perspective, something to contemplate …and to remember.
Perhaps you’re wondering whatever occasioned this particular memory. Not a recent wave of fresh graffiti… Nope, t’is the fact that I’ve spent the past several days dealing with my own “graffiti” – random notes that I write on any and all available pieces of paper within my hands’ reach. I am sitting at my computer or reading a book or on a zoom call (I spend a lot of time on zoom) or making out the day’s/week’s “to do list”or reading a blog post, or, or, or… Suddenly, a thought “I’m to do/go/remember this” invades my mind. I reach for pen and paper and wind up with another errant item on my agenda. It all becomes – my own personal “graffiti”.
Perhaps too the plight of the graffiti artist/author… or just that of my disorganized and overwhelmed mind.
Not to be continued – hopefully!
Morning Glory Studio 