King Ruse

I had this idea to paint something that was very technically difficult, a portrait of a famous London citizen. I thought "it'll be hard to pull off but, if God has given me the vision he'll provide a way to pull it off". I was downtown painting it today and it came out so tight, much better than I could have done without God's help. Most of the time I can't pull off that on a piece of paper let alone a wall. But you can see it so you be the judge.




I was filling up the London wall and I was approaching the end of the wall where a Ruse throwup was. I remembered how much flack I got the last time I painted over someones bomb but I also thought about what I've promised the owner. Just then, who should walk up but Ruse he said he was mad cuz Phais crossed me out and he told me I could paint over his bomb and he wouldn't care. I told him that the owner wants the alley looking good and that your stuff looks good to me but to the owner it looks like poop. I told him that if he wants to put something that looks good at the end of the alley he's welcome to come paint with me and I left him my email address. I finish up and got on the bus to go back home and there's Mark "the Mechanic" a guy who I went to school with and he asks me about what I've been doing I tell him I've been painting and he mentions Ruse cuz he's his friend. He tells me about some graff pit in London and that he'll take me and Ruse there sometime.