Firstly I just need to validate your article – on why the Aerosol Seven should not be charged – as very well written! Secondly I would like to bring the point back to the more humanitarian side of this whole incident.
I have in honest truth never really been introduced to the culture of graffiti. Not that I don’t like it – it is art – and art is in the end in the eye of the beholder. But I do live for culture, such as skateboarding and surfing where “normality” and the every-Saturday-rugby-scene are not appealing at all. I used to skate, but being a mother and having a career, the body doesn’t seem to fit these days. My own fault of course.
I met one of those involved, spoke to him. And it has been a while since I befriended someone (as most publications in relation hereto would state as “youngster”), who has such good manners and personality… And being described as a vandal and branded as a criminal just doesn’t suit AT ALL! You know that he is after all (as most of the group or maybe even all) an honest working person as well.
But what really saddens me is the fact that I published some poetry and that he actually asked me about it – but never even mentioned the fact that he is so talented himself. If the actions were intended to “destroy and destruct” the city walls, don’t they honestly think these “illicit gang members” would go about bragging? But now their right to their talent is being denied. And silence must prevail … And the label he must carry is as a vandal and nihilist.
I work with REAL criminals quite often and the CHARGES the Metro wants to impose are highly misplaced and I will personally strive to get him the best legal help in my ability as possible, which proper defense all of them deserve!
– Meanie Van der Walt
I was asked to write something about what’s happening in Durban (and eventually will hit the rest of SA.) As I am a negative nancy most of the time – I tend to moan and complain about everything – I decided not to voice my opinion.
But, a few things happened today which got me thinking…
I took a walk along the train line today, there are a few old chromies on the line. I caught a burst of colour on some steel that pulled into the station. From there I walked up to main road and saw some pretty decent hand styles. I jumped into a taxi. The gaatjie (sliding door operator) in the taxi was wearing some wanna be Wild Style kinda t-shirt. All along Main Road most of the graffiti has been buffed: tags, throw ups, legal spots. I was heading towards a meeting for a full-time gig at a corporate company. Most of the illustration skill I have was born when I started painting, in terms of colour use and layout. Preparation for a nine-to-five job.
On the taxi drive… listening to the gaatjie go mental, trying to get people into the taxi (by basically grabbing them off the street!)
I was thinking about the aerosol seven, I know a few of the homies very well, they are good mates. From the corporate gig we (wife and me) headed towards a company that wants to use graffiti in their campaign to create social upliftment and awareness of their product. As usual they have no clue about graffiti as an art form- they know what the rest of the world knows, street art… Banksy.
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