In the City that spawns more Demons than Angels, a wall exists between Los Angeles and Downtown (Downtown is becoming more Los Angeles as gentrification slowly encroaches on the the existing community that has survived for decades there). On this wall are layers of meanings and conduits of subversiveness that tastes of ripe fruit but in the end there is the seed and each seed carries with it a moral/ethical dilemma: is it Art or ranting? Is it aesthetics or politics? Is it social criticism or ideology? Is it a statement of culture or is it culture?
The City is my religion, the Streets are my faith. people are the physical manifestation of the two yet a complex, myriad interpretation/expression, almost evangelical! These walls are barriers to some, passage-ways to others and its views are divine!
