The back of the bus, the shop front shutters. School journal scribbles lifted from pages; erroneously and unthinkingly etched , scraped, signed and sprayed into and onto any available canvas. A declaration of misspent youth and itchy fingers.
Have you ever noticed amateur graffiti? Been drawn to a scrawled ‘CUNT”? Or how about a bathroom stall confessional? Who hasn’t? Maybe you’ve even added to the crudest of communications. This zine showcases the complexities of young love, expression and sexual exploration through the ubiquity of shitty vandalism.
The graffiti is as it always was, random and sporadic. This hand-stitched zine pieces the pricks and the proclaimers together, into a cohesive collection that reflects the turbulence of teenagism and the problematic rite of passage that is marking and maiming public property.