Lately I’m thinking that urban art installations say so much more than ‘Ollie’ the local graffitist’s facile tags, scribbled on this town’s back laneway fences. They slander my child’s school hall and insult the volunteers each morning at the back door of Vinnie’s recycling centre. I’d love to recycle them into the exploration of the possible… billboard hijackers, word warriors and cryptic terrorists, whose words at the end might choose sky burials beyond the powerline-slung pair of sneakers. Honorable death. Where the Tibetan peace flags have competition for whose poetic prayers can be taken to the gods first. With meaning.
*Vinnie’s=St Vincent de Paul’s