They call him the graffiti novelist, but what he writes are short-stories. There is rarely enough space or time for anything more. Working largely on garage doors, side walls and old bridges; and under the cover of darkness too – who could ask for more? Every story is original, and will never appear again. These stories are conceived, and created, in situ. They last as long as it takes for someone to complain to the relevant authorities. This can be as long as several months, as in one case, or as short as several hours, as in another. One must catch these stories when you can. They will not be repeated.
Every now and again, he finds a larger space. In May of this year he covered a whole house. He thought the house was abandoned. A man left his house one morning to find it covered in words. Whilst he had been sleeping someone had wrapped him in a story. He was not impressed. He did not even read the story (others, fortunately, did). One day soon the graffiti novelist hopes to write a story on a famous building: an art gallery, perhaps, or governmental offices. He won’t, however, accept a commission. He does it only when it isn’t asked for.
One thinks, of course, of Natalie de Roquet, who wrote a novel on the inside rooms of her house. The circumstances, however, were a little different. De Roquet was incarcerated. The Graffiti novelist could not be more free.