I’m consistently amazed by the art of graffiti, and call me unpatriotic, but I find nothing more refreshing than a spray-painted overpass.

To me, the act of graffiti is nothing more than guerilla artists pushing the envelope in their individual worlds. Who are we to say that their art is less important than the prints, portraits and framed artwork that is hanging in the gallery on Main Street?

And who knows? Maybe the intent isn’t to deface public property so much as to wake us up to the world around us. To remind all citizens that beauty is here, and it’s found in the most obvious places.

Are we encouraging the creative minds around us?

Or are we arresting them?

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