In the catacomb tunnels of ancient Rome the scrawling signs on walls for the walking dead was a funery mark, a statement of impending death. Seeping, dripping, dank stone wall props carried the graffiti artists into their final mark making installations. Marks now of international significance. Raw, unconsidered, intuitive. And the city fathers lounged on marble, celebrated their sensuality and kept their above the ground city mark free. The making of marks on vellum, stone and wood is an anthropological human activity. Why paint the city beige?
