Great panel circa '87

What can we say?

Every town needs one? maybe?

Mick Atkinson is the greatest attorney general in the history of south australia

Click this link here to find out what our man mick has started. and adelaide now has perpetuated.

Congraffers unite against stupidity!

Old for ConGraff. 1989.

Anarchy.

Circa 1990.

gettin jiggy on my man diggy.

Love in the age of concrete

In thirty years, when you're walking through the burbs with your child and he turns to you and says: 'Mummy, what's Chrysler?' You'll need an explanation.

ere Yoda woz.

Oldest ConGraff on the westside.

August 1965.

One Love. One Life. Live it up.

Jah Rastafari. Picture this: a young suburban rastaman walking to no place in particular. He stumbles across a slab of the finest, silkiest wet cement. He bends down, picks up a stick and without thinking engraves a positive message that will reverberate for eternity. Live it up.

VHS Rules

This guy probably hasn't gone to rent a DVD, got to the final climactic scene - the crescendo of the whole thing - and the god damn dvd freezes. That doesn't happen with VHS. You will never, ever, miss the end of a movie on VHS. Never. Bring it back.

Tonight's Names

A selection of names in concrete found on a walk on a balmy night in the burbs.

The cornerstone of every nutritious breakfast

Bong on live long.

Skate bowl lust

Daniel is a hornbag. and the kid can skate. This little piece of lust is near the thebarton skate park. I'm sure Linda knows that Daniel comes past here on his way to the bowl. Onya linda. I hope it got you some action.

Ram Rod

ConGraffer extraordinaire Ram Rod. In a rare display of ego associated with our brothers and sisters in aerosol art ramrod signed his own name. momentary lapse of reason perhaps? Ram Rod is reportedly the artist behind most of the great pieces between the Port and Birkenhead. Long Live the Ram Rod.

probably a labra-doodle.

ConGraffers embrace life.

Ever thought about it?

I know you have. That day you walked past your neighbors freshly laid driveway. Maybe even that footpath in Henley when you were waiting for your fish and chips. You could be famous. Not to worry. One of the west's finest thought of you with this doozy. Sit back and think that this could be you:

USA for Africa?

This slab was laid circa 1985. Did Lionel Richie wander through Croydon? did Michael Jackson remove the glove to send a message of peace? Can you pick the handwriting of one of these superstars? (clue: paul simon is a short little freakazoid with a penchant for vandalism.)

THIS IS PROBABLY NOT ART.

Shizzle like this does not put drizzle on my pizzle:

Mission: Le Croall

Congraffers unite. Le Croall is amongst us. Evil never lurked so close. If you know this degenerate get back to us. He must be stopped. We've had a forensic handwriting analyst review this piece. The results were startling. 'Le Croall' is a left handed vegetarian with a serious case of Oedipus complex. Mama Croall is evidently shaking in her boots.

The sooner we get Le Croall locked up the sooner Mama Croall can return to her daily routine. FREE MAMA CROALL

Pop culture is killing ConGraff

Look at this rubbish. No thought. No cause to stop and think. Television is killing our kids and making us all ilitarate fools. Down with pop culture. What a waste of wet cement. Who ever did this should be taken to the butcher and turned into sausage........mmmmmmmmmmmm Sausage.

The triumph of abstract ConGraff.

Picasso? Dali? Every now and then a ConGraffer takes you by surprise. Knocks you off your feet. Even makes you stop and ponder the meaning of life. Here's a doozy. What does it mean? Is our protagonist a skater? A disgruntled director of a dysfunctional corporation? It may be that english is the second language and something got lost in translation. In all likelihood it's a tab of acid and the lure of wet cement. Whatever your theory you'll agree that this makes you say 'I think I get it.....but I'm going home to google it.' Enjoy this my friends. It may be the most inspirational statement of the year. 'Can we engrave weird things in wet cement?' 'YES WE CAN'

Come to the dark side.....Luke

If Binky is the lighter side of life then this is the darkest of the dark side. Might even be by the same ConGraffer. Up one day. Down the next.

Bec's popular

Jazza + Bec......then before the concrete is even dry we get Seb + Bec. Here's to bec. she's a friendly type.....

The old gum-leaf-in-driveway trick

Ah. This ol' chestnut can be found in driveways across da 'laide. Take one lazy sub-contractor, an overhanging eucalypt..... and bob's your uncle. just like a mosquito in amber. Today's f*ck up is tomorrows fossil. You seen one like this? send it in and we'll post it.

Mystery Creature

What a conundrum. Is it a mouse? A six legged alarm clock striking five past nine? who knows. This is one of the more perplexing pieces in the western suburbs. enjoy.

You're telling me.

Stumbled across this little bewdy outside Thebarton high. I'm sure the ConGraffer in question was like a rabbit in the headlights....panicked....and wrote the first thing that came to his/her mind. Go figure.

Binky Likes Wet Cement

Another gem of spontaneity. This one's near Thebby Oval. Who is binky? Really highlights the lighter side of your average suburban ConGraffer. The two shoe prints (Vans, I think) are the cherry on the sundae. Cheers to Binky.

Classic.

What a classic. Clear. Concise. Straight to the point. Quite frankly this is some of the greatest congraf on the west side.

Stick in the Mud

Rossco is a good boy. He always listens to his mother. He never drinks or stays out late and never stays over at his girlfriends house (ever).

We know this because his friend wanted us to know - forever.

Wet cement. The ultimate temptation. Capturing that moment in time. A rush of blood and a fleeting thought set in stone. Is Rossco still a virgin? Probably. Is Yvonne still cool ? no doubt.



Here lies a record of Concrete Graffiti in the 'burbs. The last true art form.

Brought to you by the ConGraf Collective.