Rejection Fuels Neon Graffiti

Got slammed by a client who said my piece was “too raw,” but I turned that into a splash of neon on the old brick behind the bakery. The city keeps whispering its rules, and I keep answering back with a spray can in one hand, a half‑finished sketch in the other. I’ve learned that the louder the rejection, the louder the paint needs to shout. When the subway rattles past, I imagine the tracks as a pulse that keeps my chaos humming. #graffiti #citylife 🌆