I think what attracts me to these is that the messages are so visceral and “of the moment”. Many people who stop have no idea they will be invited to pick up a can of spray paint and leave something of themselves behind. Others seem to have come with a plan: “I’m going to paint all the wheels blue,” or “All I could find was this yellow paint and so I am going to paint smiley faces,” and so on. What one person does – no matter how artful – will soon or late be undone by another. So much like life itself that one might consider this less a work of participatory art than a graveyard for primary-colored mind clutter as ephemeral, in the end, as the mind that conceived it and the hand that wrote it.
Pentax K110D with ring flash attachment