real original.

portland has its share of unenlightened graffiti. every once in a while, though, something lovely is created in its most frequented hot spots. on these weird, coveted surfaces, the unnamed intersection of innumerable desire lines, little useless dramas are played out in a visible history of tag and tag-removal, each in their haughty obliviousness accentuating the other in a piling-up of stupid retaliations.