For years we all saw this stuff painted on the back walls of factories, of fences glimpsed from the window of a railway carriage. Or shied away from while walking down a city alleyway. It was universally garish, most often rude and almost always offensive – assuming you could read it. Spray paint splashed over perfectly orderly walls became, in the 1980s, an expression of the hip-hop movement, modern culture and the activities of bored, disaffected youth. At least, that’s what it looked like to eyes like mine. Continue Reading
