Vandal & Ronnie
Vandal Vandal
Ronnie Ronnie
Ronnie Ronnie
You ever notice how the city walls just beg us to be loud? There's this blank brick that feels like a drumbeat waiting for a protest or a poem. What would you paint on it if you could unleash your whole rage on the skyline?
Vandal Vandal
I’d drop a giant eye that’s watching the city, but the eyes are made of broken glass, reflecting every face that walks past. Inside it, a spray of neon words that flash “WE ARE NOT YOUR WALLS.” It screams back at the power that wants us to stay quiet. The brick becomes a mirror, a shout, a piece of us that can’t be silenced.