New York, New York
So out of character…what the fuck is going on with NO PARKING? Gone is his/her yellow palette…replaced with just plain ‘ol black. If that’s not odd enough, NO PARKING is tagged over some fog-like gray and crimson red. Nothing stands out here. Which all leads to the following question, “Could this be a ghost writer?” Could someone other than NO PARKING have written this? ORRRR, is this just proof of how unpredictable his/her style is?
The most standout portion of this piece is the “g” that’s tail wraps around the piece as a whole. Both times. What can be obtained from this? What is NO PARKING telling us…? Something about the snake eating his/her own tail? But, where we’d expect the tail to insert itself back into the mouth of it’s face…there’s a miss. The tail never completes the cycle. There is a beginning, there is an end. Infinity is a myth. NO PARKING is dis-perpetuating that…”concept” here. If you factor in that the style in this piece is unlike the average sum of his/her work, then there is emphasis on this particle piece, this piece with deeper meaning. Sometimes if you look beyond the letters, beyond the words, there is a greater truth to be found. NO PARKING…even if you don’t reveal yourself, explain your madness! Give us something! Give us anything! Give us but a piece of your mind! (preferably via email)
