First spotted by the ever-observant Nag on the Lake, we learn that a grade school in Bristol wanted to
honour one of the sons of the city by naming a new wing on their campus after the street artist
Banksy. In gratitude and under the cover of darkness, the elusive graffiti-tagger graced one of the walls with a signature doodle—and the invitation to add to his illustration and the important lessons that sometimes it’s easier to beg for forgiveness rather than ask for permission, especially when one expects the later answer to be negative.
I am hoping that no one ever tries to aggressively out the artist’s identity and he remains like the Edgar Allen Poe birthday toaster and not like my spying the individual responsible for covering advertising columns around town with biblical verses at work, thinking the job was executed so quickly that it must
not be the product of human hands, and being rather disappointed.
I am hoping that no one ever tries to aggressively out the artist’s identity and he remains like the Edgar Allen Poe birthday toaster and not like my spying the individual responsible for covering advertising columns around town with biblical verses at work, thinking the job was executed so quickly that it must not be the product of human hands, and being rather disappointed.
