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Banksy - Existencilism

Existencilism is the second book featuring stencil graffiti by Banksy. This time in colour it shows hits around the world and a load of graf from London, including hits on the Tate, Houses of Parliament and the Millennium Bridge. All supported by more invective such as “All artists are willing to suffer for their work. But why are so few prepared to learn to draw?”

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Banksy - Existencilism

Existencilism is the second book featuring stencil graffiti by Banksy. This time in colour it shows hits around the world and a load of graf from London, including hits on the Tate, Houses of Parliament and the Millennium Bridge. All supported by more invective such as “All artists are willing to suffer for their work. But why are so few prepared to learn to draw?”

View @ Scribd | Download @ Megaupload | Buy @ Amazon

People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you.

You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.

Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.

You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.

Banksy, from Cut It Out (via soupsoup: zaschell) (via kateoplis) (via wreckandsalvage) (via ericmortensen)

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I recommend graffiti to anyone, for no other reason than a trip across town is never boring — you’re always on the lookout for new spots and what you can do on them. Likewise, if you ever get bored going round a museum, the interest level ramps up substantially when you smuggle in your own piece under a coat and glue it up somewhere.

Banksy (via cajunboy)

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Reblogged from cajunboy

People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are “The Advertisers” and they are laughing at you.

You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.

Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.

You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.

Banksy (via ambivalence) (via wreckandsalvage)

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Imagine a city where graffiti wasn’t illegal, a city where everybody could draw wherever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop would never be boring. A city that felt like a party and everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall- it’s wet.

Banksy (via nikophony)

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