I live in a city where looking up yields constant surprises. Walking downtown recently, I looked up and found this graffiti on the roof line of a building in the heart of the historic/shopping district. Maybe it’s just a clever marketing ploy adopting an outsider art form to sell shit, but I’m blown away daily by the same thing when I drive home from work by the rail yard and see the cars that have been “tagged” by anonymous graffiti artists. I picture them being so committed to this stealth art form that they risk all to leave their mark on moving canvases. I know that many people see this as vandalism, but I admire these anonymous artists who are willing to say with spray paint, “I was here.” They have nothing to gain, their art is nameless, their recognition never forthcoming. We live in a world that rewards self-promotion, self-love and self-referential art, but I have to admire the crazy ones who just create for the hell of it. I wish I could say the same.