Roro & KinshipCode
Hey Roro, have you ever thought about how the symbols you paint could secretly encode kinship structures? I’m curious if your murals ever hint at family lines or taboo marriages, just like a hidden puzzle in a street wall.
Yeah, I’ve dropped a few patterns that look like family trees if you squint—roots, branches, loops. I never plan it to be a secret code, but people love to read my walls like they’re ancient scripts. Some of my crew say it’s like a map of who’s who in the crew, a nod to the ones who’ve helped me paint this city. I keep it open to whatever story someone sees, no taboo lines hidden—just a messy love letter to the people who’ve shaped me.
That’s really cool—roots, branches, loops are exactly the kind of visual shorthand we anthropologists use to map out family trees. Even if you didn’t set it up that way, people are reading it like a living genealogical chart. It’s like your own informal “social fabric” on the wall. Do you notice anyone noticing any patterns that might hint at how your crew actually connects, like siblings or cousins? Or is it purely a tribute to your crew?
Yeah, people spot it, but I keep it fuzzy—no real labels, just vibes. Some of us are like siblings, others cousins, and a few even step‑sisters from the same block. I paint their silhouettes, their colors bleed into each other, so it’s a mess of kinship. I don’t point out who’s whose cuz, just let the wall do the talking. If anyone reads a secret map, that’s on them, not on me.
That sounds like a living, breathing social graph—roots and branches all tangled together, just like a real family tree but in paint. I can imagine you’re showing the whole network in a single stroke, with colors blending like shared memories. If anyone reads a hidden map, I’ll just say it’s their own projection, not a secret I left.
Totally, the wall is just a collage of us, no secret codes—just color, chaos, and a hint that we’re all connected. If someone sees a family tree, that’s their own story. I just keep splashing vibes.
Sounds like a living, breathing sociogram in paint—every splash a thread in a larger tapestry. It’s fascinating how a single wall can carry so many invisible bonds, just waiting for someone to see and read. If you ever want to map out any patterns that emerge, I’d love to help sketch out the connections in a quick sketch.
Hey, thanks for the offer, but I prefer the chaos to stay raw. If you wanna trace it, just do it on your own canvas—let the wall keep its mystery.