While cruising the NYT I ran across this splashed across the front. The world’s longest tag? I can’t seem the fathom that, the worlds longest tag, but what is really mind blowing to me is that a grafitti tag is the front and center of the NYT Art column.
Sure I don’t read the arts section often (i’m away from home, and my feed reader is too much to log into now) but I don’t see a whole page devoted to a Banksy’s out in bristol, but this simple line really takes it. It takes something that is usually pushed into the lower realms and lets it shine as what it is.
I’m taken by more then its appearance in the Arts. Momo’s desire to make something for himself, not for the looks seems to defy the graffiti mindset. Let’s get out and show people how goo I am, whether they want to see it or not. This line lets people ponder, and if they take it far enough they just might understand its life as a tag.
The excitement this gives me is so good. I can’t wait to get back to a brush, or a bike with a leaky bucket. Maybe I can fathom a similar project in my small town? Using more colors, or more bikes!? Surely this was a bad influence