Photo Journal: The Grimey Ones Art Show

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!

Event: Write Off Cancer

All photos taken on an iphone 7+

I’m going to start this entry with a big thank you. Thank you to everyone who came out last night, and showed support for such a great cause.
Write Off Cancer, is a group exhibition that was curated on the behalf of legendary graffiti queen, Diva. This benefit featured original works for sale, from a collective group of artists. All the proceeds fro this exhibition will be going to help Queen Diva with medical expenses and her battle with cancer.

Kaystar, the beautiful soul that she is asked me if I wanted to be a part of this installation. It was bit last minute for me with the move and all, but there was no way I was going to say no. I happily donated 4 older pieces I had hanging out in my bedroom. Two of the pieces were displayed,while the other two will be auctioned off, at an online auction. That link is coming soon, so please stayed posted.

The love and support was so real. It was such a great turnout.
I’ll update this post with a quick recap video of the night. See you guys soon!

Event: Fem.Is.In

artwork by : Lady Pink

artwork by: Queen Andrea

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to attend art shows. It’s been a little while, but Fem.Is.In was a great way to get me going again. Seeing Swoon, Queen Andrea and Lady Pink‘s pieces in person again, are always a reminder to get my craft together. The push to start creating and stop making excuses. Great show Ladies!

Chat, Chill, Create: Phil

I’ve been hosting these Chat, Chill, Create art sessions. They’ve been inspiring me to get my act together and start creating more work. I don’t think I got much done this day though. Phil came over with a canvas he’s been wanting me to hit. I gave him a little something to work on as well. Our night took a hell of a toll.
So I’m behind the wheel, Phil hands me his keys and tells me to reverse. Yes, I’m a grown woman who does not know how to drive. Shame on me. I think I did pretty good though. So I’m parking, and I did horrible and Phil takes over. When he’s reversing, correcting my trash attempt at parking,  a girl comes up to the window, asking for directions. She’s lost and her phone is dying. I ask if she needs a ride, and I steal the keys from Phil’s hand. He’s looking at me laughing, and she says yes. We warn her that I don’t know how to drive, and if she gets scared to just let us know. She agrees. Phil’s saying how crazy we all are, and tells her to never get in someone else’s car like this again.
She’s visiting from France, and was pretty sweet. She kept thanking us with cookies she was going to be sharing for her Friendsgiving.
Can I  just express that I got her there safe! Go me!
Phil decided to drive back , and somehow gets lost, don’t ask me how. He also got a little cocky and honked at a cop, that was an interesting 15 minutes while trying to figure out if we were getting a ticket or not. After dodging a fine and struggling to order food. Our dominoes finally arrives after 2 hours, and that’s not even an exaggeration. We’re both hangry, and even though it’s not the delivery guys fault. Something had to be done. I ended up speaking to the manager and getting our meal for practically nothing. My pineapple and ham was delicious. Guardians of the galaxy came on and the canvas was out away. I’ll finish it next time, promise. 

Mermaid Parade 2016

{Warning: This post contains a butt load of images}Ever since I was informed that The Mermaid Parade was a real thing, I made it my mission to go annually. I’ve only missed one so far, and it was only because in 2014 a friend needed me more than the sea life creatures.

In case you’ve never heard of the Mermaid Parade, let me break it down to you as simple as possible. It’s like Halloween in the summer, and most of the outfits are aquatic related, and yes…. you will see A LOT of skin.  I fucking l love it.

As much as I love dressing up, I try not to do too much. Some of those outfits seem so heavy and sweaty. I rather carry less .

This time around, I invited my mother  and little brother Jeremy, to come join in on the fun. Jeremy has never been to Coney Island, ever! What!?  ” You need to get  out of the house  more” that’s all I kept repeating to him most of the day.

I will admit, for the first time since I’ve been going, we arrived before he festivities even began. We got a wonderful spot with a close up  view. At one point we started to get annoyed. Nikki  and Chris noticed her first, some middle aged lady who thought she was hot shit, just a little bit to close to comfort. She was all on top of mami, leaning over her, so she can snap some pictures. Once I caught her resting her phone on my mother’s head I had to say something,  I know we’re all trying to get good pictures but have  you ever hear  of personal space? She apologized many times and about 5 minutes later when I turned around again, she was gone. Good riddance.
This cotton candy lady was Nikki’s favorite,  her bosoms full of tulle, I was a little distracted by her butt, it was amazing. I want mine to look like that!JB was at the beach waiting for us , so we headed his way.  Whether, it be a miscommunication or exhaustion, that didn’t end up happening. Maybe we’ll see each other next time. We headed to the sand regardless, laid the blanket down and Taimane and Nikki were the first ones  catching rays. Jeremy began to play with the sand, my mother  relaxed for a bit since she was about to head out soon, 2 hour train rides are no joke! And Chris, as infamous as his actions are…. picked up a beer and sipped away, ah!

The sun was no joke. I was too busy taking pictures like I usually do. I swear if someone ever wanted to play a huge prank on me, all they would have to do is glue the eye piece of my camera… it’s not like my camera  gets  to be put down much anyway. Maybe this way I’ll have a “Look ma, no hands!” option.That water was freezing!

Nik dove in like nothing,  Jeremy kept dipping his toes in, while I ended up having to submerge myself, so I could just get over the chill. Oh, look… the curls made an appearance,. That’s what happens when a kinky headed latina decides to go to the beach.

I packed sandwiches and snacks which were the smartest thing I ended up doing that day. Saving money is essential., and if we all get to eat in the process, I consider that a win-win.  Since Jeremy was busy playing with the sand, he was persistent on me assisting him, to do what…. burying him. He made a bootleg hole and crawled in and started  to cover himself. When I lastly got around to helping him, he was excited… and then that excitement turned into eagerly wanting to get out. Why, you ask?

His hole, the bootleg hole I mentioned when he started was so small, so instead of him taking the time to make a big so his whole body can fit, he made a small one… and sat bent at the knees. So now his knees where asleep and tingling, and yelling that he wants to get up, and of course we wouldn’t let him, at least not yet.

I mean, what are big siblings for?

For torture.

{insert evil laugh here}It was time to roam the boardwalk a bit, we packed up, saw a group playing old school salsa, tamboras and all. Chris was making fun of me, because like always, I was ready to dance and so we did.  Since the beat was pretty slow, I was ready to keep it moving,  literally… we headed to the amusement park next.

Luna Park has grown a lot, we got on The Soarin’ Eagle, and those turns were so sharp! I thought I was going to crash into a wall. Remind me to take a trip to Six Flags soon.

We all really wanted to go on The Thunder Bolt ride, but that line was hella long. There was no way in hell I was waiting for that.One of my favorite things about this year’s mermaid parade has got to  be the Coney Art Walls, Oh my god, my heart wanted to drop when I saw all the art. There was  a gated area that was 21 and up.  I only got to roam around for bit, since I was playing guardian with my little brother and the girl were already tired. But I secretly knew that if it only me and Chris, we would have ended up staying another hour or so, just dancing and drinking beers under the moon.

Non the less, I got to see some of my favorite graffiti artists’s art work in the flesh. Two that I got all geeky fan girl about was Miss Van, I have always loved her work, Her girls were a huge influence on me when i first started painting women and for the first time I got to see her incredible talent up close.

Another artist I got to squirm over was DFace. His women and his skulled gentlemen are to die for… all puns intended. When I saw the couple painted on the wall splitting a milkshake, I ran past the crowd to take a few pictures.

Luckily for me, beach peeps are the happiest there is, so asking fro a quick favor to take pics is a breeze.
By the time we got on the train, we were all drained. Of course there were no seats, so I spent most of my time laying all over Chris, that probably wasn’t too fun for him, but he sucked up and hugged me anyway.

2 hours later, everyone was  where they needed to be, we split  a pizza and called it a night.

This day was animated, energetic, tired some and magical. I’m worn out, Goodnight!

love, m

Beers and Paint, Making Friends at Bronx Brewery

When you’re kid, making friends is easy. You say something stupid, push someone on the swing, ask to play tag and next thing you know you guys are best friends. As an adult, meeting new people usually involved alcohol.

Isn’t life funny?

Chris and I wanted to get a few beers in, we picked up the game of Battleship and I got my ass handed to me twice, I finally made a comeback on our third try and I was hype!

When were playing, we started talking to some guys and next thing you know we’re all bonding over art. Old school graff writers at that. We mention how we just came back from Paris and one of them starts asking if I got to do any painting out there, something I really wanted to do, and didn’t. Tattoos came in to question next and it just reminded me that I didn’t get to do that either.
His next stop is Cuba, and I started smiling, because that’s all I seem to talk about lately. Cuba is next on my destination-wanderlust list. I have so many other places I want to visit, but right now Cuba seems to be it, at least for this year. I really want to visit before they start modernizing everything. I want that old school feel.

We were invited to their art studio and brought a case of beer along with us. The dj had the turn tables playing some freestyle and the dog Dexter was loving all the attention.

Chris ended up buying a cool Al Capone piece that was drawn on a subway map, a perfect piece to match another piece he bought last year painted by Soel.

Unexpected nights are the best, and meeting new people who share your same interest was just the cherry on top.signature

Rest In Paint

It’s been quite some time since I hung out with my fellas, my DC gang, my graffiti enthusiasts. Missed them so much, when Jaga texted me to come through to hangout, how could I possibly resist?

I gave my hugs and walked in with a 6 pack, which I pretty much drank myself, black books were passed around and we spent most of our night cracking up watching vine videos and took a flash back when we started watching old episodes of Dave Chapelle.

Recently the infamous and food friend of DC, RE has passed away, and this (blue) canvas is being passed around, each one of hitting the canvas in our style with his name.

May he rest in Paradise, or like we like to say Rest in Paint.