Hall of Fame

".. I shall never be pressed into a life of slowly wasting away. Idealism is no foreign word to the graffiti scene, it is something that is taken for granted." (Cor) 

It's night somewhere in a yard in Germany. It is almost pitchblack. Between the trains you can see the outline of a man. He appears to be calm. With concentration and even strokes he paints the train.  An artistic piece of writing is being created. The illegal painter knows: Tomorrow this train will be full of well-behaved people going to work just like they do every day. And his painting is going with them. He will sit among them. They will not recognize him. Some of the passengers will be hating the illegal work of art. But they are not going to get him. 

Graffiti, i.e. pictures in the environment, has always existed. The cave dwellers carved magical signs into stone. The antique Romans carved all kinds of graphic symbols into the walls of their public baths. Australian aborigines and native Americans did it, too. Tourists have always left their names on cultural monuments. But then the spray can appeared. And along came the revolution of street art.