The imaginary creatures who run our art galeries dont understand work in underground art, neither outdoor art or the secret language of the city. Bizarre art wait at the door of the art gallery.
Emotion and thought have imaged the structure of an enigmatic cluster of pixels.
Nothing has the right to exist unless it makes life an art. If you don't recognize the art style, you can't solve the problem.
Art is eloquent of the mode of life, watching as the shadows race through walls and cracks and leave no trace, forget to the flatness of street sticker as metaphor of the hollow society and its superficial existence.
Stave off potential predators. Pictures must be concrete to reclaim their ironic moments of heaviness.
Underground art should provide key information to show that it is on top of things.