When the world is your studio
I was on my way to East Campus one day when I noticed something very odd, something I definitely hadn't noticed before. The bridge that so many Dukies pass under every day was sporting a fresh, solid coat of white paint-or at least it was fresh in my mind. And on that solid coat was a large, bright blue spray-painted piece of graffiti art. At first, I was perplexed as to who would deface the bridge so valiantly; on the white background, the blue piece stood as an aesthetic dare to all who viewed it.