Wayward walls draw spray paint . . . urban gang artists risk capture.
The drive to draw prevails.
Derelict venues allow youthful talent explosion. Amidst a moment’s calm in Bangkok, these kids appeared gutsy. Were guns in their pockets? Perhaps there was a knife under the belt. Watch out! Fast escape must be well conceived.
When risks risk Thai police, artistic flair magnifies.
The grip of a spray can. A glance over the shoulder . . . maybe . . . but I doubt it. The art of the thrill lies in potentially getting caught. Adrenaline. A trigger finger triggers release. And then they have done it. Paint is sprayed.
A masterpiece is created.
Most urban graffiti artists are virile young males. They raise a leg and a paint can to define their turf. When the cops neared, the kids split. I snapped my shutter. I did not run.
Afterwards, I freely wandered the hood searching artful creations.
Photographers crop to control . . . at whim.
Beauty and power emanate from the fingertip, the eye, the soul.
Perhaps a streak of rebellion lies within us all.