For years, I’ve been fascinated and amused by the art and wit to be found in graffiti, particularly on bathroom walls. It is baldly the issues that historically humans have grappled with everywhere for all time: love, hate, politics, identity. It is the most democratic of art forms and means of proclaiming, “I am”. At it’s best, however scatological or earthy the language, it is dressed with an artistry that will never be celebrated in any gallery. Perhaps this is a mistake.






























