I love grafiti. It is a form of art, and it is also a language of the streets. It is in no way, size, shape or form a crime of any kind. The streets is the canvas and the museum with which the artists who create graffiti can put their work. One of my favourite things to do is to take photos of the graffiti that i see and i have put them all in a collection on instagram named after the classic Prince album and movie "Graffiti Bridge". Graffiti is art and it is an insult to the artists when it is covered and destroyed.
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