Infidelity does not consist in believing, or in disbelieving, it consists in professing to believe what he does not believe.

Indeed. Brisbane Street, Hobart. October 2011.

Stencilled graffiti: acceptable or cop out?

For the record, I like the good ones, but decreasingly so if they become too ubiquitous. Simpler is better.

While I'm not anti-politically-charged graffiti in any way, I am anti-stupidity and often the lines are blurred. I'm more a subtle/ whimsy kind of fellow...

Also, although this post has very little to do with FISH, I suspect that Theme Thursday might be back!

Comments

Mrsupole said…

Hi Kris,

I guess one could always say that Holmes was always fishing for the answers.

I too am not sure if that would be considered acceptable or not, but it is cool.

A teenager I know got mad at her parents and did graffiti on her bedroom wall. It actually was very beautiful and was a shame it had to be painted over. Sometimes out of anger can come such beauty. But it would have been better if she had used a canvas and it had been saved.

I do hope TT is back and I will do my best to keep it going. Thanks for coming back.

God bless.

13 October 2011 at 19:58

Brian Miller said…

nice to see you again kris...hope that mrsu does get TT back and as lively as it once was...

i am rather fond of well done graffiti simpler is better....

14 October 2011 at 22:53

Kris McCracken said…

Mrsupole, the prepost makes it a bit easier for us down under!

Brian, let's see what we can do.

15 October 2011 at 17:52

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