The animated mime artist beams from tower block 14 on upper east side within three dimensional graphics that tumble and roll acrosss the glass. Still motion photography blazes images on a warm September evening between illuminous shadows forming decadent bohemien artists scrawling graffiti and messages shaping billboard illusions. The world of Tom Wolfe fades away from the landscape of culture and a new generation delight in the street, reclaiming its energy for their own. Traffic pulses , day glo neon, fresh murals , the street of art relefected in the polished shoe of a passer by. The gallery is usurped - art in a box is buried. The manifesto of signature reigns.
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