Finally, graffiti I can read. And it’s not only legible but painted in a flamboyant cursive script, conveys a simple but powerful admonition, and is brazenly displayed in the heart of one of Portland’s most-tagged neighborhoods.
Maybe it’s decorated the red-mesh fence along North Williams Avenue at Northeast Shaver Street for a long time and I’ve overlooked it until today. But if isn’t new, why haven’t traditional graffiti artists surrounded this interloper with in-your-face alien gibberish?
Here’s my theory: it’s the symbol for a new gang in town. Not hooded toughs prowling the night but geeky choirboys with penmanship much better than mine.
