Guest Post: Kimberly Lucio // @kimberly_lucio
Graffiti art inspires me.
From as early as I remember in my life, I can recall seeing their marks on the buildings that surrounded me. Growing up in Wrightwood, Chicago - you’ll see a lot of it. I never knew where it came from or who put it there, but I remember the feeling I would get when I would see it. It was always exciting to see it appear in daylight, an unexpected splash of color and writing that appeared in places it shouldn’t. I never asked anyone else what they thought about it, fearing people would tell me something along the lines of “don’t like that, it’s illegal.” I didn’t care whether it was illegal or not. I just knew it told better stories than most of the books I had read. And that was the best part for me.
Fast forward to the current, and I still find myself stopping on the streets to look at it. I’m still not sure exactly what it is about it I love - it might just be the mix of anonymity, color, messages, or the idea that something is in a place where it wasn’t welcome. Not knowing the artist behind the work gives it even more power in my eyes. People try to paint over it, and it just keeps coming back.
The idea that graffiti (or any form of art really) can evoke feelings inside of people in so many different ways without effort is a powerful thing. One person can see graffiti as destruction and invasion of privacy, while someone else can see inspiration and a message that they believe in. That's the thing about art - even after the picture is painted, the graffiti is sprayed, and the artist is gone, there are still hundreds of people out there learning something from it.