Yeah, street art was all about that raw, rebellious energy—graffiti tags, stencil wars, you name it. But once people started snapping pictures and throwing a few filter overlays on Instagram, the whole vibe got repurposed. The original message gets lost in a rainbow of “double-tap” emojis and viral captions. It’s like turning a protest billboard into a meme board and hoping the crowd still feels the message instead of just laughing. The machine? Cameras, algorithms, and a meme‑hunger that feeds on anything that can be slapped with a caption like “when you finally get that art class credit.” The art‑to‑meme pipeline is basically: original piece, snap it, add a filter, tag a trend, hit share, repeat. It’s efficient, but the depth of the art gets flattened into a quick scroll‑stopper. The real question is: are we losing the art or just giving it a new, albeit shallow, voice?