But sometimes, in tight corners, when your back is against the wall and the world is against you, you have to fight back in unexpected ways.
The three now faced the moving wall. Trapped, like the last fries in a box with a hungry kid ready to pounce. They had no way to escape.
When we love and respect people, revealing to them their value, they can begin to come out from behind the walls that protect them.
I listen to the rainfall, my words wanna flow! Droplets run down the wall, where do they go? Letters in the raw, mesh together for the show!
We made this stupid rule and this stupid rule. Boys are not allowed to love each other. Then we painted a bison on the wall.
I have a fist like a brick, but I don’t punch through walls—I build them and become them.
And this is when I knew I was black for real. This is when I knew black was a city whose walls were constantly under siege....
Experience is not worth the getting. It's not a thing that happens pleasantly to a passive you - it's a wall that an active you runs up against.
Experience is not worth the getting. It's not a thing that happens pleasantly to a passive you--it's a wall that an active you runs up against.
Bricks could be used to replace stop signs. Some people won’t stop at stop signs, but everybody will stop for a brick wall.
I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked doors. The fear is for what is still to be lost.
Pride is often used as a way to protect our hearts and to hide the truth. Pride causes us to shut down and build walls.
A brick could be duct taped in front of your eyes, like a blindfold, so you can have that feeling of hitting your head against a brick wall all the time.
A brick could be used as motivation to acquire more bricks. Hey, I’m just trying to help here. Don’t shut me out by building a wall between us.
A brick could be used as toilet paper—especially if you just shit a brick. You could shit and wipe your way to a wall of privacy.
A brick could be used in place of a parachute, and a blanket could be used as a permanent wall of a house. In both cases, the skydiver and home dweller would ideally be a politician.
When I was 14, I used to have a calendar on my wall, crossing the days off until I was 15, because the school leaving age was 15. Then three months before I turned 15 they changed the leaving age to 16.
I grew up in a house my parents built together on a mountain in Tennessee. When we moved in, the walls were still going up, we didn't have hot water, and we turned it into an amazing adventure.
I paint digitally now. A pity, in some ways, as the biggest price one pays is that you no longer have a finished piece of physical art to hang on a wall. I miss that terribly.
When works of art are presented like rare butterflies on the walls, they're decontextualized. We admire their beauty, and I have nothing against that, per se. But there is more to art than that.
Just as the development of earth art and installation art stemmed from the idea of taking art out of the galleries, the basis of my involvement with public art is a continuation of wall drawings.
