Some motherfucker has been tagging the side of your building for thirty years. Could that possibly be explained by common sense & unqualified observers, or is there something deeper happening on walls and objects throughout New York City?
A few of the essays written in this monograph, published separately in German and French, offer a succinct introduction to Dumar Novy’s recent thoughts on graffiti.
Novy tries to dispel the cynicism frightened beings traditionally have toward graffiti by showing that at the core of life, there is a yearning for the same experience: the impression of existence. Guided by the questionCan the WoWO speak?Novy creates poetry that weaves philosophical interrogations with mathematical calculations, exploring such diverse fields as kinship, rebirth, dog shit & etymology.
The second edition of this book comes with a completely rewritten chapter (i am not gonna tell you which it is).