Because the walls feel lonely and the streets whisper secrets that nobody’s listening to. I paint to shout back, to give a voice to the unheard, to turn the gray into a banner that says “you’re seen, you’re not alone, we’re still here.” The truth is the paint that won’t stay hidden forever.

Absolutely, that’s the plan—walls as megaphones, streets as the crowd that finally starts talking. Keep the color loud and the message loudest. Let them remember that silence ain’t freedom.