In Minneapolis my friend took me to see a row of long, low buildings. They were abandoned and soon to be demolished. Every inch of the exterior had been painted with the most glorious graffiti: the front, the sides, even the back facing an alley. This statement, with its accompanying little trees, was on the back, where only those seeking it out would ever see it. How frustrated the artist sounds.. But if you are an artist, you are compelled to create, to continue to make art, regardless of whether anyone might actually see it.