It is interesting for me to talk about graffiti because I was one of those people that judged it and many times considered it vandalism. As years passed and I immerged myself in the arts I stopped judging it and started to question. When I experience it now, I feel like I’m having a conversation with the artist because I know that he is telling me something and the way I interpret each shape, each color, each detail is my response to it. Like I judge any other art to be, graffiti is a mean of communication because through it you’re able to transmit a message and at the same time imprint your personality, opinion, voice, background, and technique. It finds it’s way to our lives making use of the chaotic city we live in. It spread itself through buildings; it jumps in front of our eyes while we’re blindly driving. I quite can’t image a city without graffiti anymore, because if I do, I inevitably imagine a community that does not have a voice and hide itself behind those walls. How beautiful it is to hear the city speak. To see the wall smiling or the highway shouting at me. Graffiti now colors my world, points at my world and many times questions my world challenging us to do something for a change.
Paula Rebelo
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