Initiation...

Wow...

Here it is. Old-school, low-tech "reformed" NYC Graffiti artist, painter and writer, but why has getting around to blogging taken me so long? Because sometimes life gets in the way and sometimes it seems that people just masturbate in front of their computers. Where is the time and what is the purpose?

In New York, back in the daze...I pretty much painted. I had always been an artist, as one is really born an artist, more than chooses it...but the walls, the empty buildings and the abandoned lots of New York in the 80s and early 90s was the blank canvas I had always been looking for. I was in SVA some short time after Keith Haring and my Screen Printing teacher (name withheld though I retain undying respect) told me..."why don't you put this stuff up on the walls?" At first I did it just to get those images up, but in a short amount of time, the walls beckoned me and for several years following, I sold T-shirts and art by day and painted the walls by night, quite often until the Sun rose the following morning.

New York made sense in those days, sipping the last 40 from a paper bag as the Sun rose somewhere over Norfolk Street. That was the frontier and the world ended somewhere just past Brooklyn.