The streets were covered in vibrant paint. Every night the same mysterious person came about and sprayed at all the dull and unflattering walls that held this city captive of any creativity.

They were so colourful, it was almost impossible to miss them. They always had some cryptic message behind them… mainly to beat what you think you can’t.

At night you took a stroll around, until you witnessed it yourself. A teenage boy walking up to a blank wall and holding up a spray can.