Acts of Paint and Protest
A quiet riot of paint, protest, and poetry.
This is where the fragments live — not the three-minute flares of street survival, but the rare moments when Jay Jackal is not being hunted.
When there is time to breathe, to build.
Here, the movement deepens. Poems take shape. Words defy. Images hold hope.
Some now live quietly on walls around the world — found before they vanished.
Street Art
The street is where the quiet riot went loud
— fast, raw, often unsanctioned.
These were the three-minute flares: tunnels and walls turned into open-air manifestos for climate hope along the East coast from Port Douglas to Melbourne.
The paintbrush is (for now) retired, the walls reclaimed, the chase paused — and what’s left are these images, the only places the work still lives.
A reminder of why the protest mattered, and why the tribe keeps pushing for new ways to make art speak louder than ever.
