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Last night, instead of going to the ROM to see the Cycladic figurines, the Buddhist temple wall paintings, the European art deco furniture, or the Mediaeval statuary, I took myself to the TTC parking lot behind Keele station to see the graffiti wall.
Unlike the temple wall paintings, national treasures which were shipped half way around the world and lovingly reassembled, clearly this grouping of derivative, mannered supergraphics is going nowhere.
Interestingly, much of it - I'd say about half of the surface area - was elaborately typographical in nature, in an obvious tip of the hat to the "tagging" roots of the medium. Visual subject matter, when it appeared, consists of predictably adolescent imagery - babes, pin-ups, Hendrix, card players, crowns, shadowy male power figures, etc. While some of the colour combinations were attractive, and the technique was consistent, the subject matter was stuck at the level of a not very bright twenty year old. It reminded me of airbrushed van art from the hippie era. Very splashy and "look at me" but with no emotional depth.
I think this is the perfect location for this sort of thing to be displayed.
Last night, instead of going to the ROM to see the Cycladic figurines, the Buddhist temple wall paintings, the European art deco furniture, or the Mediaeval statuary, I took myself to the TTC parking lot behind Keele station to see the graffiti wall.
Unlike the temple wall paintings, national treasures which were shipped half way around the world and lovingly reassembled, clearly this grouping of derivative, mannered supergraphics is going nowhere.
Interestingly, much of it - I'd say about half of the surface area - was elaborately typographical in nature, in an obvious tip of the hat to the "tagging" roots of the medium. Visual subject matter, when it appeared, consists of predictably adolescent imagery - babes, pin-ups, Hendrix, card players, crowns, shadowy male power figures, etc. While some of the colour combinations were attractive, and the technique was consistent, the subject matter was stuck at the level of a not very bright twenty year old. It reminded me of airbrushed van art from the hippie era. Very splashy and "look at me" but with no emotional depth.
I think this is the perfect location for this sort of thing to be displayed.




