Our story
paint your soul on the sidewalks
before the rain washes it clean.
They’ll stare, they’ll scroll,
they’ll try to tell you what “real” art means.
But keep the colors loud.
Keep the lines crooked.
Keep the whimsy wild
like chalk that refuses to stay inside the box.
You’re not here to be neat.
You’re here to be free.
No gallery gate, no quiet approval,
just the pulse of the street and the truth in your hands.
So dance with the spray can,
sing with the marker,
laugh when they call it “too much.”
Judgment is just noise—
your expression is the music.
Stay soft in the concrete.
Stay bright in the dark.
Stay whimsical, artist—
the world needs your strange.
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