I’ve always stood firmly against vandalism. I think it’s awful to deface or smash something belonging to someone else. Simply because something has no value to you, that gives you the right to damage it in any way.
I was very happy to hear recently that they finally caught a local asshat “tagger” who was painting his little logo all over town. He got nailed after he cleverly posted pictures of himself spray painting several buildings on his Myspace page. Social Darwinism at work. Ahhh. Makes me all warm inside.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve seen some fantastic spray can art in my travels. The back wall of a local dance club and another neat little restaurant comes to mind. Please keep in mind however, the owners had ASKED for graffiti artistes to please paint the wall and make it look interesting. But, and it’s a big BUT… no matter how swoopy or cool lookin’ you make your tag, if you are doing it with out permission all it really is, is another way of peeing on something.
I doesn’t matter what the reason is. It’s never right, Always stupid and essentially makes you a dog with a paint can.
But…CREATIVE vandalism is something I take perverse pleasure in. Somehow it slips into a different category here. It’s rare when you find it and it makes you feel lucky; almost like finding a $5 bill blowing down the sidewalk. You don’t see it often and you’ve probably walked by your share, never noticing the unusual that blends in with the world around us. It makes it far better that way. Unnoticed, but to a few.
You see, creative vandalism involves thought and planning. I can appreciate that. The first time I can remember seeing creativity and naughtiness going hand-in-hand was when I was a kid. There was a guy who lived down the road named Harry Hammerhand. I can only imagine the hell this poor guy went through in junior high.
Anyway, Harry bought a bunch of those stick-on letters at the hardware store and spelled it out on his mailbox. One day, as I walked by, I noticed that someone had ripped off a bunch of the letters. All that was left was “HA HA HA.”
I’ve been looking for more ever since.
The best part is that nothing was broken, defaced, ruined, etc. I love it and think we need more.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go comb the sidewalks for $5 bills.