Glow of the Krylon

People around the world have always been intrigued by ancient scribbles birthed from hands of Egyptians, Romans, Native Americans, and other ancient cultures. Stories, memorials, and primordial signatures plastered on rock walls and cave dwellings have kept archaeologists and historians busy for centuries, as they attempt to crack archaic codes embedded within pictures disclosing the history of our earliest generations on Earth. Even long after the progression of man, there remained a form of inscription that expressed the stories of an entire generation.

Splattered upon city structures, subway trains, brick walls, and tunnels are words and symbols covered in a rainbow’s urination; Graffiti. A constant mobile urban storybook that is told through the hands of metropolitan Van Gogh’s. An intense dare devil art form that was born in the City of Brotherly Love in 1967, and (supposedly) simultaneously in the womb of hip hop, New York.

Hip Hop’s most beautiful element first sprayed onto the scene in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. With touted names such as Cornbread and Top Cat leading the scene, these cheese steak stuffed artists threw up burners all across their city, with their number one goal being to cover the largest and most popular structures so their tags could be recognized by the masses and noticed by their rivals. The krylon scepter was eventually passed onto the kings of New York, where subway train tagging exploded and became one of the most popular targets for writers around the city.