You start to learn from oberservation that the world doesn't necessarily work the way we think it works. For example, in this great nation of the free, it can sometimes be difficult to remember that we did once condone slavery and racism, that women couldn't vote at one time, that we had a eugenics program and even Japanese intournment camps. Despite our lovely living document the Constitution, we have wrtten so many laws to bypass its authority (IE, The Patriot Act) Is it really so hard to believe that your government is corrupt enought that it really would bring you up on false charges? Regardless, I digress, this is a tangent.
What I'm really interested in talking about is graffiti. I am in love with this art form. It's assistance as backgrounds in much of my portrait work - also definied as highly uncreative work I do to appease vain clients - inspires me for more real art. I have become obsessed with learning to photograph in the same way graff artists paint, that is, the way they layer their designs. I want to replicate the same mindset a graff artitst has, how he chooses his sites, his composition, etcetera. To do this of course, I would have to be a graff artist, and vandalism is illegal.
Now, all that stuff I told you before: Forget about it. When you are serving your art muse you can only be focused on that one thing, everything else, your health, your friends, your finances, your opinions, all have to take a backseat to what your art demands you do. I'm not saying I'm some kind of prude with innocent white hands, but when it comes to this sort of thing, I do pause for a moment. Art is holy. Now, whatever feelings you may have about vandalism, especially graffiti, please set them aside for a moment and think: if "god created the world", then aren't we being Christ-like to create? Anything? Period? Yes. Art is holy.
This having been said, cops just don't fucking agree. They can't, they're actually paid not to. (The shitty part is, we, the artists, pay them. It's ironic really.) And, as a graffititi artitst, one must constantly accept the evenescent quality of their work and do what...? Photograph it, of course! And thus, we have found a way to avoid these dissenting coppers from bringing us up on some wicked charges. How is this? Sometimes when trespassing to photograph abandoned or crippled buildings, a pesky neighbor might phone me in as a vandal. When the cops arrive, however, they find no hoodlum in black jeans breaking shit just for the fun of it, but a verry innocent looking white chick with an extremely nice camera wrapped around her neck ready to present credentials for some bogus online magazine. This capacity to look innocent, when otherwise not being so, has kept me from paying thousands in fines. Any accomplished graff artist carries a point and shoot to capture their art before it's sand blasted away, I'm doing exactly this though without degrading myself with a point and shoot.