Komodo & BTAHKE
You ever think about how graffiti can be a form of survival, like marking territory in the city?
Yeah, it's like we paint our existence on concrete, carving a pulse in the concrete jungle. Each tag a shout that we’re here, not just surviving but claiming the space.
Sounds about right. We leave our mark and then keep moving. Keep that streak alive.
You got it, keep sprayin’ and movin’—no one can erase that streak.