Don’t be like R. Long, here. Because it’s more like R. Lame. Severely anemic in style and completely lacking in the bold expressiveness of his/her fellow taggers (I wonder what percentage of street artists are women and also how we might “raise awareness” about them). Yes, there’s that skinny swoosh that tracks back from G to R. But, then, why not connect those two letters? Take steps, friend. Take steps. Up your game. Find your voice and declare it loudly-proudly to the world. There are few things sadder than poorly executed graffiti. And there’s a lesson in this for each of us: Don’t be R. Lame…
ADDENDUM:
It seems that our friend R. Lame may be trying to up his/her game. While we can’t be certain this isn’t an impostor to the “Talentless Mr. Graffiti,” as it’s all caps, a bit generic in font and gone is the swoosh. But perhaps we are seeing signs of evolution in this artist. Recall that Rothko and Pollock also struggled to find their signature styles. I might have to cover my short position on R. Long.
Great Exudations 