Ummmm nope

Well ladies and gentlemen you witnessed it here first the biggest opportuunity of my mural career. The opportunity of maybe a lifetime, my chance to leave a substantial mark on the landscape of London for maybe decades to come. The chance to have respect as an artist and not only that but complete possibly London's biggest work of art. Oh and the money, thousands apon thousands of dollars are at my fingertips waiting for me to reach out and grab it. I have the connections, I have the skill, I have the stamina, I have the knowledge and I have the presentation. It doesn't feel right though, it's not a ministry opportunity and I'd have to sacrifice things to get it. Sacrifice time with my wife durring our first year of marriage. Sacrifice annother outreach ministry that I already promised I'd attend. Sacrifice time at my new job working and making a difference in peoples lives. I can't say it'll never happen but although the window is small for this opportunity I'm letting it pass until something is revealed to me.

Fixin' it up

I went to the walls downtown 'cuz every once in a while they get tagged or messed up. I fixed a lot of work over the last two days. I forgot how easy this stuff is to fix. A years worth of other peoples tags cleaned up in a few hours. I was just finishing up my last piece when a guy named Tyrone came over and gave me a few complements and then asked for some change to buy his way back home to Windsor. Maybe 'cuz I'm jaded I don't give people money but I offered to buy him a bus ticket, we got to talking and he asked me to pray for him, and he laid out some troubles he's dealing with. He said "I feel like ending it all, you know getting on that road and windin' up dead. Is'nt there anything you can say?"
I said "sometimes I get depressed too and at those times it helps for me to remember my purpose in life the things I'm supposed to do on this earth and it helps and gives me hope for the future. So, what's good about your life?"
He said "I'm breathing, and I can still get it up without viagra"
I asked him what his purpose was in life, what he was living for and he told me that he lives for himself and then I asked how that was working out for him
staring at the ground he said "not too good" we kept talking about God and stuff until he said he had to leave to go complete a drug deal. He wanted to keep talking to me but he wanted to finish up some business first I said I wasn't gonna wait for him but, he could call me and I gave him my number.

Piece #42

If I glorify myself, my glory means nothing. John 8:54

For what was glorious has no glory now in comparison with the surpassing glory. 2 Corinthians 3:10

all men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord stands forever 1 Peter 1:24-25

First day on the Job

So I start my new job, they take me on a tour of the teen challenge facility, meet lots of nice people and get acquainted with the different departments. And I'm sitting in an office waiting for someone to finish up a phone call and I see something out of the corner of my eye on the computer monitor. It's a painting I had done that someone had downloaded as a desktop. My work on a complete strangers computer. I knew I was where I was supposed to be. I love my new job.

London's Graffiti Forum

Third year social work students from Kings College put on a graffiti forum last night in Labatt hall. I had been in contact with a lot of different people who all suggested I attend and show some work. There was a DJ, break dancers, a lavish spread of free food, skateboarders, undercover police and a ton of graffiti writers. It seemed to me like everybody from London was there, I recognized a few writers and met most of the rest of them. I got to meet my two favorite writers from London who are not only accomplished artists but nice down to earth guys, a lot of respect for Distinct and Sickoe. I got to clear some tension up with some of the writers. But the crazy thing about it all was how students from the college had noticed my work wrote summaries on some of my pieces and totally missed the whole point of everything that was going on, one had included in their project a conversation between me and her (little creepy). I think the one thing I took away from it all was to be more blunt about my work because I have a feeling most people don't realize the subtlety. They researched Babylon because of a reference I made and thought I was an anarchist, they thought I was a girl because I used the colour pink, they thought I worked for the city, they thought a lot of different things and thought a lot of it was done by different people.

Piece #41

"But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you"

Matthew 5:44

Piece #40

so Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many people; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him. Hebrews 9:28