Hope

PLEASE FULLY DOWNLOAD TO VIEW! Deviantart likes leaching my colours on the regular version unfortunately.

EDIT: Decided to include a before and after shot.

Sadly, no, I didn't graffiti this myself. If I had the skill and the guts, maybe, but as it is I don't and so I designed the text in Adobe Illustrator and transferred it to a photo I took of a building in a local park. However, I did write it on my bag:

Reflective Statement

If I were a graffiti artist I wouldn't waste my tagging swear words or my own name. I would like to create art that would inspire people to be something more with themselves and to make the world a better place. The inspiration for this surprisingly enough came from a book series called, "Gone" by Michael Grant. (To judges don't worry - no where in the book is there a wall with Hope written on it so this is not copyrighted material . However, if you would like to read a fanfic I wrote featuring the story of this piece here it is The Artist
Perdido beach looked like a warzone that had suffered the wrath of Zeus himself. It was hard to believe that this was a part of middle class America. Smoke and ash rose with the sun over the charred remains of homes that occasionally creaked and snapped. The air carried that thick smoky smell as well as a trace of the gasoline the arsonists had used to light the fires. Survivors scrounging around for anything valuable or useful were stained black like a population of chimney sweeps from ‘Oliver Twist’.
Rodger had promised himself to read that book to Justin a while ago.  However Justin had preferred other children’s books like ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ and ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’ over the classic that was, albeit, a bit wordy sometimes. Now Justin was standing over the remains of his home, clutching half of his burnt blankie. Scorched scraps from photo albums fluttered around his feet.
“Daddy is going to be so mad when he get). In this series, all the adults disappear and society degrades as fear spreads and morals fade. The kids end up redesigning their own society and economics. I found myself wondering, in a crapsack world like this, what would I contribute to society? I am not an entrepreneur, a leader or a doctor. I would most likely end up a generic worker in the fields or something. But even in a world filled with starvation and riding on the bare bones of economics, artists can still make a place for themselves by keeping the human spirit alive which is important when they are low.