The Gift of Graffiti
Last night, the Mudede/Drakes gave our 10-year-old nephew, Munyaradzi, an excellent (if not the best) book on the art of graffiti, Graffiti World : Street Art from Five Continents. The boy was pleased with the gift; and I was pleased to inform the boy that the book was published in Singapore, of all places. He didn’t get it. I didn’t bother to explain to him how strange it was for a book on graffiti art to be published in a city that physically punishes those who dare to write or draw on walls that are owned by people other then themselves. Munyaradzi doesn’t need to worry about such things; he is happy enough to look at street art from around the world.