I have been thinking about the Australian Street that Rennie Ellis first showcased decades ago. The written word. Thrown up to make us laugh, think, unify or get angry. Or perhaps just there despite us, the creators so disenfranchised that they despise the fact that we notice them at all. A one way protest. The written word conjures for me anarchy, doc martens and HECs debt. I am not taking the piss, walking past a wall of words transports me to a time when self expression was a physical act that wasn't instantaneously relayed. Rennie may never have imagined Flickr, Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. But I reckon if the hypothesis was raised he might have confidently dismissed them as incapable of conveying the sentiment felt when you walk past a wall of words and read some of them.
