More Graff

From the same spot. They're gettin' good.

Local Graffiti

There's this park that my wife and I take the dogs for a stroll on occasion. It flanks the interstate, ponds on either side connected by a narrow paved path. To get from one side, where there's a fishing area and a playground to the other that features an open area to let the dogs run and swim, one has to pass underneath the interstate itself in this somewhat secluded cement passageway that without fail makes me think of The Brave One. But, this is in a fairly decent section of the Twin Cities and rarely is there any roughs hanging about. Really, you see more old guys in shorts that're way too short than any troublemakers. But that doesn't mean that the tunnel doesn't get the same treatment that seems to strike every tunnel ever made, a practice area for would-be Banksys.

Every time we visit the artwork I see that a layer of white paint has been put over the old stuff, but each time we return a week or so later, there will be new additions put over the old. Rarely are they in any color than what these bored suburban kids probably unearthed out of their fathers' garages, they stick mostly to the reds and black spray paints probably bought from Home Depot with the intended purpose of patching a porch swing or giving that old hibachi a new sheen. Still, some of the artwork is pretty great. Some of it is obvious messing around, especially the Monkey Love one, but the one with the tentacled eyeball shows promise of a future artist if the artist sticks to his or her craft. Here are a few I snagged pictures of the last time we went. And for anyone concerned, no, I did not "tag" any of these up myself; I merely document the artistry.