Editor
(Dispatch)
HONG KONG — Often shirtless in summer, smelling of sweat and ink, the aggrieved artist wrote incessantly and everywhere: on walls, underpasses, lamp posts and traffic light control boxes.
He covered public spaces in Hong Kong with expansive jumbles of Chinese characters that announced his unshakable belief that much of the Kowloon Peninsula rightfully belonged to his family.
During his lifetime, the graffiti artist, Tsang…
