Graffiti occupies that strange middle ground between the ephemeral and the enduring. It tends to last just long enough for us to begin to rely upon its presence, to assume that it will always be there to stare back at us as we pass it on the bus or on foot. The "13" tag by the jewelry store, the "Jesús" on the freeway overpass. The truly artistic stuff that defies any attempt at ekphrasis. I began photographing graffiti to record the small, not-quite-fixed pieces of cities that can literally disappear on any given day.