The graffiti on this door in a school gym made me think of the graffiti I find carved into trees or picnic tables when I'm out for a walk in the woods. When there's this much, it stops being about the individual but about the group--somewhat contradicting the idea of graffiti's egocentric nature. I liked this door even if the colors are a bit dreary. Made me think of a Jackson Pollock painting with all its energy and immediacy.

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