Just writing my name.

I’ve just been reading “The Untold Stories - Inside graffiti writing culture” (which by the way is a great read, I highly recommend it) and it made me think back to when I first started writing.

I actually followed logical steps and spent years just writing my name on paper, trying to make letters flow

I remember the first time I sprayed my name on a wall. The rush hit me like the heroin hits Jared Leto in Requiem for a dream. Pupils widened, serotonin hit, and I was immediately hooked.

Now, as any graffiti writer that is somewhat serious about it, I’ve been arrested. And that’s no fun. But it’s all part of the game. As a person that has been on and off graffiti over the last 25 years, I have to say, rarely have I ever left the house without at least a marker in my pocket. Now, it might not have been used, but having it there gave me a sense of security I simply cannot describe. It might be what gun holders feel, confirming, once more, sayings like “the pen is mightier than the sword”.

These markers have varied in shape, size color and ink, but lately, I’ve been enjoying dry paint markers, specifically the HAND MIXED ones. Those are dope. No surface is too rough, no nib to be destroyed by creative dissuasion tactics by the buff.

These markers and a stack of stickers (preferably eggshells) are my go-to’s. With over 120k km on the dash of my car in just over 2.5 years, you better believe it that the markers, stickers and sprays have gotten use.

I can’t really imagine a life without graffiti or photography at this point, or even this website. I’m not even sure if anyone is reading, but for now, I’m just having fun.

Thanks for reading.