Graffiti Photo taken by Ms. Vee Amsterdam 2013



Writing 101 Day 8 Graffiti


…Graffiti… is it sprayed or painted destruction of property

Visible on a train or bus, but more likely drew on a wall

Many may shade their heads in disgust

To them it’s meaningless, an eye-sore of splashes

That trashes the community

What I see is a mystifying expression of art


Where a wall is an easel


Vera Robinson © 2015


Who’s The Artist?


Quote found at by Mary Engelbreit

Quote found at
by Mary Engelbreit

But I’m not an


A stranger was in my house late last night. I could see a male silhouette in a shadow sitting at an easel. I heard the paper roll being pulled behind the drawing board, pencils and brushes screaming to create a mysterious gift. I don’t know what petrified me the most; seeing someone in my house, or what would be the final draft. But where did he come from? I didn’t invite him inside. This wasn’t a dream.

I could see the scenario taking place while lying in bed. There was no going to sleep this evening, until this nightmare ended. That’s a bizarre statement. I’m consciously watching the shadow of the night. Well sort of.

It wasn’t until early morning that he went outside, and finished his masterpiece

Sitting under a tree.

9:58 AM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Photo.lab creation Ms. Vee

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Ms. Vee

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