There’s a shit-ton of graffiti littering the multitude of small deliver trucks in NYC. Most are hideous tags. Few stand out as art. Like this simple purple dancer seen on a truck on the corner of 32nd Street and Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.
Symbolizing at once an escape and a joy. An acceptance and a revolution. Drawn with the speed of utter abandon. Or it’s just a crude outline of someone dancing. Either way, it’s kinda cool.
