One thing I learned, when I moved to this neighborhood in the southern fringes of Harlem, is that you don't have to venture far to see the bombastic hold that graffiti has on most of the open spaces.
This wall is a private wall on private property; as such, it's imune to the city's ceaseless buffing efforts. Its countless overlayering of spray has created a strata of enamel that, when cracked by vicious winter weather or chipped by an errant pop-fly form the neighboring schoolyard, reveals a rainbow of colors, a treasury of line-qualities and styles that form some sort of...
...and here are some stickers to make this post more substantial. I like the ones on the other side of the box a little better but the camera ate that photo.