Those were the days where they were scared; they wondered if it was going to close down, or if some nosy person would find out about them and make them confess to the public what they had done in their clandestine click.
But mostly they were simply waiting for someone to tell them that it was fine enough to breathe–to enjoy that glorious oxygen of which they had deprived themselves by sitting in their self-created dungeons.
Soooo… are you trying to make Joachim out to be some sort of Christ-figure?
I just can’t find the words.
Well, I can…but… I’m…
Anyway, I watched the documentary about Street Art, and that was awesome. It begs the question about functionality within art and from there whether it has a political nature. I thought about it and argued about it at a bar with a friend, so rest assured your posts do good even if they awkwardly post without comment.
How do you know me so well?
Yea, I watched it, too. But I didn’t have a pedantic conversation about it, sorry. I did, however, ponder the quite-smart narrative structure. And then I convinced someone to make functional, political art.