The complaints are hard to hear and typically boredom yet we are used to meet them almost on a daily basis. We are reading about the various disasters and the awful bureaucracy, the obvious crime… we are used to look at the mirror daily. I am talking about the mirror of the fine arts, the mirror that affects us not by the design but through what it tries to depict to us- to show the remnants of our own spiritual disability healed by the divine light.
Currently the Graffiti is considered to be the modern art, one of these different art forms that were mentioned above. Therefore all I have said about the impact of the fine arts should fit to Graffiti too, in spite I would like to name it not the fine arts, but the ordinary rough stuff, the hooliganism. Have a look at a photo of the wall on the heart of the town and decide by yourself what the art is about. Is our tolerance a symbol of our civilization or the awful apathy, the concern exclusively with the self alone?