You see, whoever this crazy artist was (I mean, what the fuck are you doing in a dark tunnel with subway trains rushing by every 2 minutes?!) his or her work could only be seen when fluorescent lights hit the wall.
Anyone who's thinking "This is some pretty symbolic shit." probably thought the same as the artist. Interesting how thoughts are left in the dark until it finds its way out of your brain and into the light. And consequently, how light creates mood, mood equals emotion and emotion creates art.
By the time I got back to Arnhem I noticed the dark clouds had disappeared, my mood was enlighted and I decided never to underestimate spray paint. Ever. And you shouldn't either cause who knows what graphic design looks like in the light.
Spread the word,