A little boy, pasted onto concrete. He seems a bit nervous, fidgeting with his hands, his eyes hidden under his cap. There isn’t much space on the concrete, but the artist who placed the boy tried to push him as far to the right as possible. Behind the boy, the concrete reveals a pink wall.
Something stirs in me as I look at this boy for a while, perhaps because he stands there so alone, disconnected from the other graffiti around him. This isolation makes him stand out to me, almost like a landmark in a vast space where everything else is sprayed and pasted in chaotic layers. The boy is solitary and has all the time for you. Maybe I like him so much because there’s something shy and humble about him—qualities I truly appreciate.