If you don’t consider graffiti to be art, you obviously haven’t been looking at the right graffiti. There’s nothing like walking down a boring, bland, crowded sidewalk and looking up to see a beautiful, vivacious mural. This isn’t the gonad-expressing nonsense you and your friends chuckled at in high school—it’s a legitimate masterpiece
In a way, graffiti has turned the world into an open (read: free) museum. You’re walking amongst works of arts, friends. Enjoy the tour.
Sure, some of it is pretty and even some more is incredible—but graffiti is vandalism, period. It’s using public space for one’s own selfish reasons, and more often than not is about tagging one’s own name to a brick wall that people live behind. Those who graffiti fail to take into account those that have to unwillingly live with it every day, validating their actions with flowery terminology such as “social commentary” and “freedom of expression.”
Obviously, there’s some graffiti that’s more obviously vandalism than other forms. It all depends on the content and the context. Again, any gonad representations (at least the lazy ones) absolutely do not count.