That's Mr. McGirt to you...: August 2011

8/24/11

8/20/11

The Writing on the Wall

If you're anywhere near... come show some support!

So, I rolled out the wall on this with a cop sitting right across the street. All gravy. I take out a can and BLAOW, WOOP WOOP! Officer was on me in an instant, all in my ass with 1,000 questions. I had an interesting (one-way) conversation about how its all good when its a paintbrush, but as soon as a spray can gets busted out, people are offended and all hell breaks loose. He validated my ID and I assured him that if I was doing something illegal, it wouldn't be right in his face, mid-morning. A week later I went back after work for flicks, and the same cop was there, he flagged me down, commended me on the job, and had a (one-way) conversation on how amazing he thought it was that it was all done with spray paint. Thanks officer.

(Character by RICH)

8/16/11

Kelly

Mawfucking Kapowski.

Since 89'.

Woop!

Girl - "Your music is horrible. All you listen to is, "Fuck" "Bitch" "Nigga" and "Swag".

Response - "Fuck yeah, Bitch Nigga... Swag"

8/9/11

Super Hero...

Spidey is half-Black, half-Latino now...

Wonder if there will be any new powers? (Insert slightly racist and stereotypical comment here)

I like comics

Thor @ the homie's crib (Spray)

Hulk for the peoples (Spray)

"Imagine" Collage and marker on canvas

Venom for the homie's kiddo (Spray)

(I still have no idea how this didn't incite nightmares)

Graffiti... I mean, Aerosol Art.

My other girl. My love-to-hate, hate-to-love succubus that has consumed, wrecked (at points), and made my life pretty fucking awesome. Sometimes I really struggle with the fact that I dedicated so much of my life to something like this. I see friends that have spent equal amounts of time obsessing over lucrative things (like food, beer, or finances), and they're chillin right now. I mean, I tried to do that, but nothing (seriously, nothing) has enamored me to the point of spending hours, days, and years studying and practicing like graffiti has. I really hate the beef, drama, trouble and stress it can bring into your life (and your family's). But there's something about it. For those that don't know, it can never be explained. But to this day, when I see a burner or crazy spot done with class, tradition and style, I STILL geek out like a 10 year old finding that coveted toy under the tree on Christmas morning. I'm older, wiser (I think) and chilling out a lot, so my days of depreciating property value are long gone; but I will always find a way to study letter forms and execute style-writing. And if you disagree with it, cool, I get it. But you have to admit that a group of inner-city youths taking the most innate form of artistic expression (marking your territory) and turning it into a world-wide phenomenon, and art form within itself, is pretty fucking impressive. I didn't want to put much on here about this subject, actually I was going to leave it out all together. But it's something I am learning to not be ashamed of.