I recently got a copy of a short film called The Subconscious Art of Graffiti Removal. I found a clip on YouTube. It has gotten me thinking about those places where you see odd colors of paint, where once there was a tag or a graf piece, and now there's only the record of it being there; the recorded gesture of someone covering up someone else's art, thus creating again on top of a creation. I have begun to find instances in my own travels where I'm drawn to such areas. This image was taken in Newport, Mass on a trip we took there. I was smoking a big cigar, and there it was. I find it interesting that this electrical box holds all of the remnants of work pasted by other artists, and yet it seems to me to be a complete piece in and of itself with or without the original items. It's enigmatic to say the least; leaving us to wonder what made up this surface at different points in time.
