Public Art Matters by Jahmane. Making Marks If it wasn’t for public art – illegal public art at that – I would probably never have become an artist. I remember seeing various public murals that reflected the quaint lifestyle of the small-town Connecticut city I grew up in, but none of those ever made me want to devote my existence and last bits of sanity to a life of art. From what I can recall, it was at around seven years old that I was bitten by the graffiti bug.  Family trips in the early 80s to New York exposed my innocent eyes to the raw dopeness of Bronx-style graffiti, an artform that was laying a visual foundation for the global Hip-Hop movement. Witnessing moving murals on trains and handball court galleries, long before the world would embrace “street art,” instilled a passion for public art in my bloodstream that has lasted until today.  I remember passing by the original Wild Style mural painted by graffiti artists (now legends) Revolt, Zephyr and Sharp for Charlie Ahearn’s 1982 cult classic film (of the same name) and saying to myself: That’s what I want to do. The fact that graffiti was so big, bold, risky and in the public’s face made me want to become a writer (i.e. purist term for graffiti artist).  Mural Arts Program. anti-graffiti network. Mural in the Market. #muralsinthemarket #graffiti #streetart #wildstyle #5pointz