"A genius in art Jose Raul Chavez a.k.a RATA created this cosmic piece of art, in trade for one of my paintings. It now hangs on my hall with the rest of the art work."
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A Strange Kind Of Feeling
"A genius in art Jose Raul Chavez a.k.a RATA created this cosmic piece of art, in trade for one of my paintings. It now hangs on my hall with the rest of the art work."
Sunday, August 15, 2010
PUTTING MYSELF OUT THERE
AND BEING FOUND...
Wow... Today was the day in which I first made MYSELF into a stencil.
Not even five minutes after I did my first spray test, I put that shit up on my facespace calling it "Self-stencil test #1". Amidst my studies of the incredible energy Nelson just brought into my life, whom I met yesterday and actually traded Neptunian Echo with. I mean, how the hell was he gonna turn it down? That painting is HIM; Neptune that rules his Piscean essence, and a pair of water dwellers swimming in the light of the moon, his ruling body with regard to his Soul card, the High Priestess. In return, he gave me his self-portrait in abstract form:
He said a lot in this one. I guess thats why I'm so attracted to it... We spent most of the afternoon until dusk close to Malibu down Santa Monix, just kicking it in the sand, talking about life, digging the weather of the BEST fucking summer Ive ever experienced. SERIOUSLY MAN. It has probably hit over 90 like 2 times so far here in LA. And we're in the Middle of fucking August! Its the end of my year! Only 12 more days till my birthday...No wonder so much badass shit is goin round. But tonight tops all my nights here in Hollywood so far. I had been reading that Nelson brought with him some Empress energy, and sure enough, I get this super strong urge to go out and hit up so as to not get locked on something I cant get locked into... yet... I decided that it was finally time to introduce my original, full-size Walter stencil to the Strip. The perfect start to my night was a new piece on Fairfax, Marlon Brando with a MORONS pack of stogies on his shirt, the same pack with a few differences form the full-page poster of it that came before the Brando. My fist spot was gonna be where PhunkMuffin paid tribute to my work and of course The Big Lebowsky. That spot is so sacred to me now. That response was a real blessing because tonight I was spotted by another street artist! A veterano to top it off, 37 years old and still hitting up! He saw me and asked someting like "You write man? What you write?" and I was like "stencil!", holding Walter to him. He started to tell me how cool it was, and told me he hits up stickers and of what. He asked me what I was up to and I said I was bored and on a mission. He told me he was on his way back from work, from none other than Whole Foods, where I'm at at least one night a week, and said he was heading home to chill and smoke a bowl, AND was trusting and generous enough to invite me to his pad and blaze. He had some awesome abstract stuff all along his walls, and of course, some dern ass bomb right by the door. Even had a copy of Alec's flower-gun poster. He blazed me out with some hash on herb and showed me a down ass book of West-coast street artists and told me where to get it. He was even so amazing and kind enough to give me a Shepard Fairey dollar!
I didnt even know he printed those out. He told me that he shoots him down all kinds of work once in a while. Shweeeeeet man... To top it all off, he even took out a sheet covered in a layer of blue paint and asked me to spray him a Walter! I was so honored man... He gave me his card, told me to hit him up soon, and I was off, so fucking inspired [and toasted] that I decide this was also going to be the night I hit up The Boulevard. And I did. And a lot. I walked until Vine, stopped for a few minutes next to that dern ass trumpet player by the musician's school, shot him a buck, siad "God bless you brotha man", got his blessing in return, and walked on...
RATA LIVES! I just love this town so much. I really belong here. And so much is starting to change for what I certainly hope is the better. This is too dern. This gives me hope...
Wow... Today was the day in which I first made MYSELF into a stencil.
Not even five minutes after I did my first spray test, I put that shit up on my facespace calling it "Self-stencil test #1". Amidst my studies of the incredible energy Nelson just brought into my life, whom I met yesterday and actually traded Neptunian Echo with. I mean, how the hell was he gonna turn it down? That painting is HIM; Neptune that rules his Piscean essence, and a pair of water dwellers swimming in the light of the moon, his ruling body with regard to his Soul card, the High Priestess. In return, he gave me his self-portrait in abstract form:
He said a lot in this one. I guess thats why I'm so attracted to it... We spent most of the afternoon until dusk close to Malibu down Santa Monix, just kicking it in the sand, talking about life, digging the weather of the BEST fucking summer Ive ever experienced. SERIOUSLY MAN. It has probably hit over 90 like 2 times so far here in LA. And we're in the Middle of fucking August! Its the end of my year! Only 12 more days till my birthday...No wonder so much badass shit is goin round. But tonight tops all my nights here in Hollywood so far. I had been reading that Nelson brought with him some Empress energy, and sure enough, I get this super strong urge to go out and hit up so as to not get locked on something I cant get locked into... yet... I decided that it was finally time to introduce my original, full-size Walter stencil to the Strip. The perfect start to my night was a new piece on Fairfax, Marlon Brando with a MORONS pack of stogies on his shirt, the same pack with a few differences form the full-page poster of it that came before the Brando. My fist spot was gonna be where PhunkMuffin paid tribute to my work and of course The Big Lebowsky. That spot is so sacred to me now. That response was a real blessing because tonight I was spotted by another street artist! A veterano to top it off, 37 years old and still hitting up! He saw me and asked someting like "You write man? What you write?" and I was like "stencil!", holding Walter to him. He started to tell me how cool it was, and told me he hits up stickers and of what. He asked me what I was up to and I said I was bored and on a mission. He told me he was on his way back from work, from none other than Whole Foods, where I'm at at least one night a week, and said he was heading home to chill and smoke a bowl, AND was trusting and generous enough to invite me to his pad and blaze. He had some awesome abstract stuff all along his walls, and of course, some dern ass bomb right by the door. Even had a copy of Alec's flower-gun poster. He blazed me out with some hash on herb and showed me a down ass book of West-coast street artists and told me where to get it. He was even so amazing and kind enough to give me a Shepard Fairey dollar!
I didnt even know he printed those out. He told me that he shoots him down all kinds of work once in a while. Shweeeeeet man... To top it all off, he even took out a sheet covered in a layer of blue paint and asked me to spray him a Walter! I was so honored man... He gave me his card, told me to hit him up soon, and I was off, so fucking inspired [and toasted] that I decide this was also going to be the night I hit up The Boulevard. And I did. And a lot. I walked until Vine, stopped for a few minutes next to that dern ass trumpet player by the musician's school, shot him a buck, siad "God bless you brotha man", got his blessing in return, and walked on...RATA LIVES! I just love this town so much. I really belong here. And so much is starting to change for what I certainly hope is the better. This is too dern. This gives me hope...
Thursday, August 12, 2010
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