Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Ig hurst ta chew

A while ago I met this writer... for the sake of annonimity call him "Dave" (dave is not his real name). I saw him again a month ago and he was real ticked off at me, it turns out I had gone over one of his tags on a wall and he was upset. I appologized but he wouldn't accept it and said he was goin to start destroying my work and the work of the people who were writing with me that day. I appologized again and told him he could go over me but to leave the other guys alone. He didn't really want to talk to me and left. He came back a little while later with a jug of silver paint and splashed it over some of my work while we were painting and said "there's plenty more where that came from".
We finished up, took pictures left and in a few days my piece was splashed with silver paint but thankfully thiers were left alone. So a week later I go back and paint over one of the destroyed pieces and write "love your enemies" next to it. A few days after that I go back to the same spot and start painting annother piece because the guy I was with wanted to paint there. Well we start laying out our paintings and who should come by but "Dave". Dave does not want to talk Dave wants to fight. I explained that I meant no disrespect but he grabbed me by the throught anyways. I was thinking of fighting back at that point but suddenly something popped into my head and said "do not resist an evil man". Dave threw me on the ground and kicked me. I told him I wasn't going to fight him and he stomped on my head and pushed me into a bird crap puddle (that part was gross). I got up and tried to talk it out with him but everything I said made him more upset. He came after me again I started walking away and he punched me from behind in the side of the head. I told him I still love and respect him. He told me to get out of the alley and not come back. I was still trying to talk it out with him when the guy I was painting with (who was pretty silent up untill that point) said "lets just go" we packed up our stuff and left. I've never felt so good after getting hit. I felt a strange peace while I was getting hit and I felt good about what went on that day. The only down side is that it hurts to chew.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Piece #69

Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves
Romans 12:10

Monday, September 28, 2009

Piece #68


Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.'
Matthew 22:37

Left to right: Me, Static and Reber

Sunday, September 27, 2009

AuGGust 2009 walls

with Amp, Cowboy, Sonz, Pyksy and Camer

with pyksy

with cowboy



at the oasis:


with Cowboy, Camer, Pyksy and Amp







Saturday, September 26, 2009

Piece #67

Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it.
Psalm 34:14
left to right: &&&, static, me, doc and bif.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Piece #66

My salvation and my honor depend on God ; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.

Psalm 62:7

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Blazefest 2009

I'm not going to break it down day by day but immediately following the trip to Saskatchewan my lovely wife Tara and I drove to Schenectady NewYork where I taught graffiti lessons all week as part of an outreach with youth for christ called blazefest. This is the 3rd or 4th year that I've been out and it was a great week of ministry and painting. Back from previous years were Rayski, Bam Bam, Ms. Natalie and the YFC crew along with some new instructors Verbs, DJ promote, Craig Nice the incredible MC, B-Girl Stella, B-boy kiddoh, Minus1 fdc, and Joel Stigale. It was a lot of fun Minus helped me teach graffiti and it was great to meet up with DJ promote who is also a graffiti writer and was one of the guys I looked up to when I started writing graffiti. durring the days I taught high school and middle school kids the art of graffiti and respect for property and at night we went around to different neighbourhoods in Schenectady and had kind of like a concert and preaching time it was really cool. Joel thought I was gonna get myself shot when I painted over some gang graffiti, Tara danced up a storm, kids got saved, and they gave me free paint at the end. What else can you ask for? Oh yeah, no bad press... Check!