Vandalism....
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Where I used to live they were waaaaay past mailbox baseball. Nothing less than actual explosions would do. A lot of people myself included, just had a metal box on the ground for their mailbox. You did NOT want to have anything pretty, fancy or even upright 
Not far from my house there was a sign with raised letters for a subdivision called Bateman Estates. Kids would regularly break off the "e" in Bateman. Finally the subdivision got wise and used a painted sign. But I laughed every time I went past Bat_man Estates.
I always saw graffiti with greater artistic skills than mine; but as a muralist, I got paid for every dab of paint on every wall. How? Well, I had the luck of being able to communicate verbally with people who wanted wall art for their business and home. And ask for a fee in their budget. Best job ever, put me through college. Could have just done this and made it work as a career.
I guess some people like to revel in social exile. It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy though.
As to my own struggling ability - I attribute it more to conscientiousness and a lot of unnecessary hard work a better artist could have done better in a fraction of the time. Fortunately for my clients I charged by the project, not the time. And I actually turned down opportunities in grand government halls - knowing I just wasn't there yet as an artist; but with persistance, the work found me. This is the message I'd offer to any would-be street artists out there, wondering if an art career is possible. The answer is yes, absolutely, (but part time at first, until one day it is not, and that's all there is to that).
In public spaces, I garnered a lot of passing attention. Some of it was really encouraging and awed, some was unfavorable. Not one critic, though, ever took the brush I offered them.
This is a great era for graphic communication. But you've got to either be good, or dogged, or both.
I guess some people like to revel in social exile. It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy though.
As to my own struggling ability - I attribute it more to conscientiousness and a lot of unnecessary hard work a better artist could have done better in a fraction of the time. Fortunately for my clients I charged by the project, not the time. And I actually turned down opportunities in grand government halls - knowing I just wasn't there yet as an artist; but with persistance, the work found me. This is the message I'd offer to any would-be street artists out there, wondering if an art career is possible. The answer is yes, absolutely, (but part time at first, until one day it is not, and that's all there is to that).
In public spaces, I garnered a lot of passing attention. Some of it was really encouraging and awed, some was unfavorable. Not one critic, though, ever took the brush I offered them.
This is a great era for graphic communication. But you've got to either be good, or dogged, or both.
Baltimore has a block in an arts district where graffiti is officially allowed.
When I was growing up in NJ, we called it Cabbage Night.
The only time I ever vandalized something was in college. One Cabbage Night, my boyfriend and I painted faces on a couple of the fire hydrants on campus.
^ Did you ever say to yourselves, Lettuce take part in Cabbage Night?
I think the worst vandalism I've ever done was giving my sister's My Little Pony toy a haircut.
I did that once. Except it was the cat.
We probably did.
BTW, TPTB at the college didn't bother having the hydrants repainted for a couple years. Apparently they didn't carrot all.
^ So they decided to Veg out, then?
I guess. They succeeded in keeping their reasoning secret. There wasn't a single leek.
Well played, scotpens. I expected MLB to come back with another one, but you beet him to it.
Yeah it has a couple different names depending on the town you lived in. There was even a big argument on FB about what it was called, we called it Goosey Night. I've heard Cabbage Night and Mischief Night as well.
^ So why didn't they have a big wedding at home? Did they think that no guests would turnip?
Around here, it's called Devil's Night.
The tradition of mischief night goes back centuries in the UK. Day before Guy Fawkes. I had many a good time.
No, they feared the mother of the bride would be too involved and bossy. You know, honeydew this, honeydew that.
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