'Zee' og graffitikulturen

William walked through the old industrial area, while he was looking at all the old factories. They

were all empty and deserted. The area looked like any other old industrial area, but there

were something different about this one. The buildings were full of graffiti. All kinds of words and

paintings painted in the usual graffiti way all over the place. This was the graffiti writers’

playground. Damon was holding a spray can in his hand, and his fingers were yellow. On the wall

behind him was a sun with Damon’s crew name in; “Zee”. Damon and his crew were one of the

most popular crews in the city. They owned the streets with all their paintings. Their paintings were

the best, they were the most wanted, and no other crew could keep up with them. That was, what it

was all about, having the best paintings and be the most wanted crew, in that way you had more

respect. Damon had now been in “Zee” for two years, and he was absolutely the best painter.

It all started two years ago, when Damon got kicked out of his artist education, because he skipped

to many classes, and the school didn’t like his paintings. He couldn’t stay at home with his mom