Graffiti will always have a place in my heart. When I was younger and in grade school I will draw the names of my peers on notebook paper and sell it to them for $1. In highschool, I learned what a black book was. Every lunch period all the guys will take out their books, the lunch tables will be covered in markers, and everyone will trade books, drawing and hitting them up. After high school I found my scene with a small graff crew, and it was spray painting season from there on out.
Though I don’t dabble anymore, since I have grown to exercise the freedom of finding different canvases—like I mentioned before, graffiti lives in my soul. When I saw the invitation for one of my friend’s work that will be displayed, I didn’t even ask questions. I knew I had to go, and just ‘pop up’ and that I did. I haven’t seen them in a couple of years, so I decided to stay quiet, jump on the Metro North and find my way to Connecticut.
The show was great and I had the pleasure of not only reconnecting with old friends, but making new ones as well.
Thanks again for having me!
You know that conversation we all have had before? The one where we express how evil social media is. How we’re all becoming brain dead, and do things just for “likes”? or maybe to become “Instagram Famous”? or become controversial on Twitter so you can be trending… Some people do the “most” and I agree that many things need to be handled better, or even expressed in better light.
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