I was unable to see a live painting event last month in Braddock. The mayor, who had been afraid of more conventional graffiti which might contribute to "vandalism" or gang activity-finally relented and allowed an old department store in town to become a canvas for old school spray paint.
In a town in which mostly white, and sometimes famous "street artists" had been celebrated for doing public art-rejecting the expression of many local artists must have created some resentment.
The building now has is a pretty awesome compilation of work by what looks like a solid crew of people--from both Pittsburgh and many other places. Many details, thank and compliment the mayor for allowing this to happen.
I remember this poem by the legendary graffiti artist, Lee Quiñones.
There was once a time
When the Lexington was a beautiful line
When children of the ghetto expressed with art, not with crime.
But then as evolution passed,
The Transit’s buffing did its blast.
Now the trains look like rusted trash.
Now we wonder if graffiti will ever last.
Long live a new Braddock in which the potential creative talents of everybody are used.