Hieroglyphic fine-art graffiti divined in New York City. There is a wind-torn sense of decay at work here, but the mood is lifted by a sort of fantasy beach/desert color palette. As typically found in Vandal Expressionist works, there are amorphous allusions at language throughout the entire piece, and structural scratchitti marks that at once bring about chaos and cohesion. Rather than give the piece a traditional title, I chose to cryptically thank some of those who were of particular inspiration for this piece