I agree what you said bro. nice photo, has alot of meaning to it

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I'm totally with you, roosta. This image reminds me of those in this world who are locked out, literally, from that candy store you mentioned. I'm talklng about those who fall through the cracks, lost in the "system" and labeled unjustly early in school by those crappy teachers--offered little options in life, kept out of the way as much as possible. Those in our society who don't jump on that cookie-cutter superhighway of the masses are shut out and tossed aside. The grafitti-looking paint on the box further transforms the urban-youth symbolism. I majored in Sociology in college before I came out of my shell as a graphic designer and I appreciate being educated to see the "other side"...not to judge people quickly or have unfounded assumptions...not until I've walked a mile in THEIR shoes.

Great thought-provoking image, roosta!

roosta. when i first glansed at this shot i thought "oh cool, that shot has some nice colors & lines" then after reading your description i am blown away. this is really really good. i wish i could put comments next to my favorites to tell people to read your description. +fav

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Somebody told me once that they hated all grafitti. My response was. "What?! You think the concrete underneath is better?" Poeple get so locked into stereotypes when confronted with urban art. This is creation of people not afforded all the opportunities the fascad of society offers. It is creation from a culture that doesn't recognize the shallow concept of "ideal asthetic beauty." Ideal isn't the direction. "Ideal" has been beaten into the ground and hearded into projects to waste away and fester in the crevices of the concrete monster. Asthetic becomes anything that makes the territory scream at you. Screams of anger, hate and frustration. And to those who have managed to realize the illusion of "ungliness" as conditioned by the shiny-shoed fork-tongues, this same 'trash-art' hums a vibrant cry of revolution and the evolution it invokes. If only we all could see outside of our own little worlds.... then we might unlock the illusion that tells us sequenced concrete towers are beatiful and that the masterpiece scrawled under the overpass was not created by a genius.

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Just looking at the photo in and of itself, I thought "wow...cool colors, and it's a great photo".

Then I read your comments, and it took it to a whole other level.

It's a symbol of what's wrong, and I think you summed it up perfectly. I think I'll just sit here for awhile and look at this. And lemme tell ya, I'm not gonna look at this photo the same way again.

Very good. Thought provoking. Great job.

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cant say anything much that hasnt been said already here - some very good points have been made by yourself in the description and the others who have commented on this. there's a great level of symbolic depth to this photo - like the padlock represents how some are kept out of some aspects of society, and how the society that locked them out blames anything but itself for the situation. i think the graffitti art represents the "sugar coating" you were talking about.

the symbolism to me, before I read your commentary, was:

"can't get in so I'll get over"

I like yours better, but they could both apply. Nice photo.

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Interesting I probably would've walked straight by it.

Sorry I haven't been around in awhile been busy with school and my computer has stopped working.

Catch ya later.

I love this pic. I liked it when i saw it as a thumbnail but in detail lies the real "beauty". If u see how the color under the grafitti breaks and the old wood comes out it is a great contrast to the fit and powerfull metal and lock. the whole thing get a surreal touch by the grafitti...maybe i just got lost in fantasy but thats what i saw.

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