Words. They seem to fail me. When I talk about street artists. Their canvas is anything. Their work is always a surprise. And yet their work is often in jeopardy. Few people think of it as art. In their every day trucking from home to work to mistress to home they don’t notice these small miracles. Or maybe they do.
This artist is called Other. No more can be said. These artists so relish their anonymity that I’m sure someone is called Anonymous. There were many anonymous artists in the middle ages. Men or women who either did not sign or were not allowed to sign their work. This is true of much of the work in the world. Anonymous may be the greatest artist in history. Next to Shakespeare.
But for now we’ll settle for Other.
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