Kisska & Vpoiske
I’ve been digging into how the city’s walls are secretly speaking louder than the council chambers, and I’d love to know what stories your spray cans are trying to tell us.
They’re shouting in spray, flashing neon and beating on the concrete like a drum. Every splash is a manifesto, a pulse that says “listen up” louder than any council talk. If you want the full story, just step closer and watch the walls breathe.