Sprayed or daubed or scrawled, it’s in your face. But who is it for – the author or the viewer? And if it’s for the viewer, is it for every passerby or just the initiated? It’s there for all to see but is it for all to understand. It lingers until the paint fades but is the original meaning of the message eternal or fleeting? Is it open to interpretation by all? Does incompleteness or alteration strip it of meaning or create new possibilities? ‘Do not’ what?
There’s no name on the pledge of everlasting love. Does the object of the love even know the message refers to them? Does someone have a warm feeling every time they walk past or do they pass by in ignorance? Despite the vow, has the affection long dissipated?
Is War God a comment on troubled times, a theological belief or a runner in the 3.30 at Newmarket?
Do the souls feel free or are they yearning for a freedom they don’t have?