Spray paint the walls of Phoenix. Four real places valley writers know, alive with people walking past.
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Spray paint the walls of Phoenix. Four real places valley writers know, alive with people walking past.
Get it on Meta QuestA mural alley in the downtown arts district on a gold afternoon: bungalow galleries, a brick corner block and a container gallery under colourful shade sails and string lights.
Down in the dry canal bed during the drain-down: five-metre concrete walls, a road bridge overhead, Camelback glowing pink and the bats pouring out of the storm drain at dusk.
An abandoned desert drive-in at sunset: the giant screen, the old snack bar, speaker posts and rusted cars, and a monsoon storm with lightning and rolling thunder.
The old flour mill on the lake on a crystal morning: painted silos beside you, freights crossing the trestle overhead and hot-air balloons over the water.
Old brick, adobe stucco, desert block, board-formed concrete and container steel, each with its own real surface for the paint to sit in.
A full colour wheel on X and skinny, medium and fat caps on A. Hold the can still and close, and the paint runs.
26 letters plus stars, crowns, bolts, hearts and arrows. Stick one on a wall, spray over it, peel it off.
People walking the alley, watching the bats come out, photographing the storm and queuing at the food truck. Traffic, freights and balloons keep Phoenix moving.
