The city’s grid is a double‑edged sword – it keeps traffic moving and taxes collected, but it also crushes spontaneity with its straight lines and zoning laws. For me, every block feels like a blank canvas begging for a splash of color that screams, “I’m here.” If I paint a brick wall in neon, that wall turns from a boring façade into a conversation starter, a rebellion against the quiet order. On the other hand, a bit of structure can help you keep your projects on track – a clear timeline, a budget, a little space for the unexpected. Think of control as the scaffolding that lets the chaos rise higher and stronger. If you let the city’s rhythm seep into your routine, you can juggle both: keep your life running smooth while letting your art keep the streets alive with color. It’s all about turning the city’s cages into stages.