The art of Graffiti

He/she is not bound by the sgraffito nor the length of the easel. The limit is vast as the walls can stretch and be it the expression of his much-favoured anime or just a gusto of spray-paint, the expression remains unperturbed and the message conveyed without malice.

That Sheer Dress

She danced like there’s no tomorrow. Believed in the good of all. Pretended not to take notice of all eyes on her swaying hips. It was obvious, wasn’t it? It was her fault that a man grazed his front against her or that another would block her way in hopes of bumping into her.