Graffiti is something people normally associate with big cities like Toronto, where catching a glimpse of graffiti or tagging is as easy as walking along Bloor Street. Within the suburbs that constitute the GTA, it is much harder to find graffiti, whether in art form or as teenaged vandalism. Nevertheless, you’ll find it, plastered on to box cars and electrical transformers.
In my attempts to look for it in Mississauga, I had to jump fences, go under bridges, cross train tracks and even walk through fields of burs along an aqueduct. What I found was everything from monochrome profanity to vibrant portraits of women.