I produced some small designs of previously made stencil patterns, which I displayed in public bathrooms around my home town. Some places had previously made graffiti, which in my own study of them, were a strange mix of philosophical, existential and political that accompanied the “Call me” and usual insults and drunken babble. It truly is a strange place of mass conversation between strangers, although that does seem to be a description that fits other types of meetings, albeit they do not all have the same ambiguity to them. (Online Chatrooms, are the only proper comparison I think. – But then again the act of being online, is a conspiracy to exclude individualism entirely, reducing the self into parts of different groups they connect you to, without involving any real truth about yourself.)
The images I made from the three stencils I created at the beginning of the project, were simple and quick to draw out, which was good. However they did not fit in with the rest of the graffiti, and certainly did not fit in with being drawn in marker pen, in a short few minutes, and in random bathrooms around town. It fits into that class limbo; as the bathroom is the one place class doesn’t seem to exist, all the different bathrooms have the same variety of graffiti, now one bathroom differentiates from another if only in the owners taste of decoration and expense.