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-15th of March 2002:

Happiness
Love. Friendship. Its easy really, accomplish your goals, strive to fulfill your life with meaning and truthfulness. Your life is what you make of it; you are master of your own destiny; master of the ripple you make on the pond of this world. Each one of us has power to be true and secure a sense of identity within society. Feel alive, leave your mark here and there...
I love to love. Meditate upon the meaning and logic of your life. Push your styles to the limit. Enable yourself to be alive and truly live! Listen to your inner child, let the tears run free; we only believe what we know to be real. Stop, breathe, feel the sun upon you face, believe that you are indeed alive...

-10th of August 2001:

Misery
Like the tragic loss of a close friend; your own flesh and blood perhaps; the one person who made you feel alive, made you happy;
Like choosing the wrong path at the crossroads of your life and death;
Like being murdered and raped the morning of your sixteenth birthday; cut short in your dreams, too young to know of life's true meaning;
Like feeling utter despair, pain, hatred, torture, and alienation;
Like the loss of your loving parents before you had a chance to tell them, a chance to make them see and understand;
Like knowing you're wrong in a world of "rights".
Misery, pure, unmerciful, washing over your soul and body like a putrid stench rotting your life, killing all hope;
Like a serial killer weeping over the mutilated body of his seventh victim;
Like his mother staring, glassy-eyed at the photo of her beloved son, before the first tears begin to wash away the grief and anger.

Misery. The Misery of heart and soul, mind and body: the loss of Love which once you posessed and believed in.

It's all there in front of your eyes, every day of your life, every step you take. To Like is never enough, to Love is to heal and truly Live. Love Life and Love yourself; Life is beautiful and precious, respect it and Live to the fullest!


January 10, 2000
Six Indicted in Connection With Graffiti Rings, Terroristic Threats


TRENTON - Attorney General John J. Farmer, Jr. today announced the indictment of six men in connection with the activity of organized graffiti vandals who allegedly defaced public buildings and property in Middlesex County and threatened violence against one of their own who had begun cooperating with law enforcement.

In an 11-count state grand jury indictment handed up today, two of the six defendants - -, 19, of - and -, 20, of - are charged with inflicting thousands of dollars worth of vandalism damage by marring commercial buildings, highway overpasses owned by the state of New Jersey and other property with graffiti.

-- and four other defendants are also charged with committing acts of vandalism and making terroristic threats against a fellow graffiti vandal who had begun cooperating with investigators.

The four other defendants charged with retaliating against a witness and/or making terroristic threats include -, 23, of -, -, 20, of -, -, 22, of -and -, 19, of ** Farmer said today's indictment was generated by an investigation into the vandalism activity of two loosely organized groups who engaged in the illegal practice of graffiti "tagging."

The Attorney General described tagging as writing one's unique graffiti nickname on walls, vehicles, bridge and highway infrastructure and other targets. Typically tagging is done using paint, Magic Marker and other difficult-to-remove materials, he explained.

Calling itself FYM for "Free Your Mind," one of the graffiti groups was responsible for damage to a variety of commercial properties in Woodbridge Township and elsewhere. Charged in counts one through five of the indictment is FYM's -, who allegedly used the graffiti tagging monikor "Hantos."

- is charged with vandalizing a Sports Authority store, a privately-owned building, a business known as the Sitar Company, a shopping plaza and a PNC bank building between July and October 1998 in Woodbridge.

** allegedly used the tagging nicknames "Rime" and "Guilt." He is charged with taking part in the Sitar Company vandalism and with causing vandalism damage to a state-owned overpass at Route 184 and Route 440 in Perth Amboy.

According to Paul H. Zoubek, Director of the Division of Criminal Justice, both -- and --were members not only of FYM but a second group dedicated to graffiti vandalism that called itself KCW for "Killing City Walls."

As a result of his alleged tagging activities, -- is charged with two counts of criminal mischief and one count of retaliation against a witness or informant.

Others who were allegedly active with FYM are -- , who is accused of using the tagging monikor "Chip." - allegedly used the tagging nickname "Lil." Both - and -- are charged with one count each of retaliation against a witness.

--, who allegedly was a member of KCW but not FYM, is charged with one count each of retaliating against a witness and making terroristic threats. -- alleged tagging nickname was "Unok." --, another accused KCW member, is charged with one count of retaliation against a witness. -- alleged tagging nickname was "2-Tek."

Attorney General Farmer said the witness retaliation and terroristic threats counts are linked to the alleged efforts of FYM and KCW members to silence a fellow tagger who had begun cooperating with state investigators.

Farmer said the cooperating tagger, who is listed as an unindicted co-conspirator in connection with the crimes outlined in today's indictment, was consistently pressured by his fellow vandals not to aid law enforcement.

Those charged in today's indictment are accused of assaulting their fellow tagger and threatening the witness with physical harm if he agreed to testify in any prosecution. A friend of the cooperating witness was also allegedly threatened with violence, the Attorney General noted.

Farmer said the cooperating vandal has already pleaded guilty to an accusation charging him with conspiracy to commit criminal mischief.
In the case of both graffiti groups, the vandals allegedly kept written journals detailing their graffiti exploits, magazines devoted to graffiti activity and news clippings that documented their crimes.

"Although some may view graffiti tagging activity as harmless, this indictment should serve as a warning to anyone who would deface buildings and property - we take these acts of vandalism very seriously. Such crimes work against New Jersey's efforts to enhance the quality of life for all residents and we will prosecute them to the fullest extent of the law," Farmer said.

"The other charges outlined in this indictment - retaliation against a witness and making terroristic threats - also illustrate that this kind of activity can escalate and lead to potentially dangerous situations."

Five of the six criminal mischief charges outlined in today's indictment represent third degree crimes punishable by between three and five years in prison and a $7,500 fine. One criminal mischief count, against defendant --, is a fourth degree crime punishable by a maximum of 18 months in prison and a fine of $10,000.

Retaliation against a witness or informant is a fourth degree offense that carries a penalty of up to 18 months in prison and a fine of $10,000. Making terroristic threats is a third degree crime punishable by between three and five years in prison and a fine of up to $7,500. Five of the six defendants named in today's indictment were arrested previously and are currently free on bail. A summons will be issued for the arrest of --.

Today's indictment was handed up to Superior Court Judge Linda Feinberg in Mercer County and allocated to Middlesex County for trial. The case was investigated by the Operations Bureau of the Division of Criminal Justice in conjunction with the Woodbridge and Perth Amboy police departments. It was presented to the grand jury by Deputy Attorney General Lewis Korngut. An indictment is merely an accusation.

All defendants are presumed innocent unless and until convicted. (i took out all the names and replaced them with -- or *'s...)


-7th of May 2001:

 Style. I am really never satisfied with my style; people don't understand this: they say I am just "fishing for compliments". Well, I have to state the fact that actually I am always trying to simply push myself to the limit, to try to make my "style" hit harder and harder every time around; a fill-in can always be funkier; a curve can always have more flow or cut to it; a connection can always be more original than the one before; a 3d can always complete your style in a more efficient manner... There are infinite ways to make your own personal style "come alive" and truly "burn", so that people are like "Damn how the hell did he do that??" Also, I constantly compare myself to other writers out there and, hey face it, my style really DOES stink!! hehe, really, there are some funky fresh styles out there! So, as I conclude this brief "view" I will say this: when you are on top, you are actually on the bottom! Feel the flow and equilibrium of your styles! Push that fill and 3d to the very limit. Never overestimate yourself; make those pieces burn! Peace.


-30th of November 2000:

 Norway. A beautiful country truly. I love experiencing different cultures and living in different places; nothing expands your mind and thought quite as much as this. The Norwegian graffiti scene seems to be struggling to survive amid very repressive views and policies; the writers here are very motivated though and it is refreshing to see some brand new "crazy" styles: there are some extremely innovative writers with much potential; it's just a shame that the authorities are shutting down all walls, even the legal ones... Well, anyway, my experience of Norway up to now has been positive and I am happy to have been given the opportunity to experience Norwegian culture and graffiti. Keep the styles alive and continue the expansion.


-31st of October 2000:


 Fuck my life! I have no worth in society, no identity, no self-esteem, tired of all these stupid questions in my head; fed up with this bullshit life! I am not achieving anything, not growing, not maturing, not evolving; always the same crap, the same stories, the same vile jealousy, the same old overplayed themes; nothing works, no success, no value. What the fuck is this all for? To what end? So fucking tired of all this rotten shit, the failure, the depression, the let-downs, the pain, the suffering, the mistakes; negative thoughts are who I am; laziness, weak, worthless, soft, slime, completely and utterly lost.
I give up.



-30th of October 2000:

 Ok, a very good friend of mine wrote this to Time magazine the other day and I wanted to share it with you...

"Dear Sir: I have read and continue to read the reporting on the situation in the Middle East,and frankly I am fed up. Charles Krauthammer's essay on the " Barak Paradox" in which he calls Barak "the most dovish Israeli Prime Minister the Middle East has ever known" I found particularly offensive. After all this is the same man who has encouraged the largest number of Jewish settlements ever during his short term and this is perhaps one of the greatest obstacles to any lasting peace in the area. Mr. Krauthammer refers to the "lynching" of two Israeli reservists without a single word about the more than 100 Palestinians killed, and incidentally this "lynching" bit is carefully chosen, an emotive word intended to touch our deepest sensibilities. He concludes his article with a reference to Sept. 1, 1939, another carefully chosen touchstone to remind us of the appeasement leading to the Holocaust. Perhaps I should continue this theme and tell you that last night on french television we heard an Israeli soldier refer to the Palestinian protestors as "nothing but animals" and that reminded me of the last and only time I heard this said about a people, quite recently, a "civilized dinner party", from a Serbian woman about the Kosovo Albanians, and then again I remembered the first time I encountered this reference, reading about the Nazi propaganda machine - Goebbels and his ilk, saying that about the Jews - carefully chosen words, emotive, dehumanizing, giving right to those who hated and wished to destroy the "vermin". The Jews of that time were shocked that no-one in the West spoke up against this powerful, evil manipulation of public opinion. What about now? Should we in the West once again remain silent? It should really come as no shock to anyone that the Palestinian population has boiled over after so many years of constant humiliation and denial of very basic human rights. The Israelis would like to have peace of course but only on their own terms, the continued enslavement of the Palestinian people and don't rock the boat. Peace on our terms, appeasement all on the side of the Palestinians. Thank you."

Well? Powerful stuff I'd say! Think about it!



-22nd of October 2000:

 This new version of my website seems to be perfectly symptomatic of the great changes that are happening in my life right now. I'm looking to fit in to my "apparent" adult self: expectations, identity, maturing... Well, one could say that it IS about time I started facing my responsibilities in this world... Keep a steady job, make some serious money...? Actually contribute something to society... Pfff, well, anyway. To anybody actually reading this, I hope you will enjoy the new version of this website! Some good new pieces which I am actually happy with for once! Graffiti... this is who I am: my self-expression, my identity, my heart, my mind, my soul... Well, it's all here! Stay real, and always remember that after darkness comes light!


-23rd of July 2000:
 

  I think it is of great importance to try to secure a sense of identity in this world; we are each of us unique in our own individual way but somehow it is extremely hard to understand one's worth within society; how can we be special and make a difference? And is this actually of any importance? Well, I guess I can only speak for myself... I have a need for comprehending what life is made of, how we evolve, grow, and mature within it. Why are things so complicated, why are we meant to suffer? I am still searching for a way of making a difference; maybe, in a way, this graffiti and internet project of mine is a clumsy attempt at just that...? I wish I had the answers that are evading my grasp...
Who am I?


-18th of July 2000:
 

 Time and Distance are my worst enemies.
They seem to be steadily engaged in an ongoing battle of nerves and frustration; it is a hard fight in which I am forced to take part; slowly and painfully dragging myself nearer to the sweet bliss of my Beloved's salvation.
Mental torture shall never find better definition than in the cold dismal realms of loss and separation; I feel only but the absence of that which was once by my side; she burns so vividly in my mind, her whisper so soft and sweet to my ear. I cannot bare the wait; these hour-long seconds that keep me from a life in which I would live to love and readily love to live... by your side forever.

Meaningless is my existence without you,
Ask anything and I will do it for you,
Run I shall to come and see you,
Infinite is the love I hold in you,
Always will I cherish and hold you... For, simply and truly, Maria I love you.


-16th of July 2000:
 

 Sitting here listening to Sting on my computer, feeling pretty damn lonely because my beautiful, wonderful, amazing girlfriend has left; I am now empty and insecure, missing her so much; every little detail of her face, the simple little things that I had maybe begun to take for granted; I guess I am not one to know how life turns out in the end but I most definitely know who I want to spend that time with, by my side for as long as possible...
Where shall this path lead us? Well, only time will tell, I guess; in the meantime though, I want you to know how much I love you Maria; you are such a special person, you deserve to be happy, truthfully. Take care; I miss you!



-2nd of April 2000:
 

  How could one possibly begin defining love? Boggling idea, illusionary concept, each of us has a different definition for it; a feeling so very strong and yet so fragile in itself, everything and nothing, a perfect equilibrium of darkness and light, chaos and tranquility; we love at extremes, all or nothing with no compromises; love... strange, natural, infinite yet uncertain... I cannot comprehend this feeling of bliss, of extreme pain, life and death in one embrace; my life, my love, my strength... I love you.


-30th of March 2000:
 

  Where am I going? What am I to do with my life?... Why does love hurt so easily; the heart frozen and tortured by the slightest doubt, the slightest tremor, overthrowing and shattering hope from within; why is hatred so easy to understand and love so hard to create; a love so hard to maintain and keep out of reach from the prostitution of vile jealousy; the venom of a mind-bending feeling of inadequacy; striking constantly, in a relentless assault of evil demons, my heart filled with hate and empty love. Will I always be falling? deeper and deeper, not knowing what to do; my life, such an abstract idea, nothing is clear. I love to love and I love to hate, I hate to love to hate; the circle, we keep on repeating ourselves.


-20th of January 2000:


   Ah, well here I am again. Far away from home, thousands of miles away in a place I don't particularily want to be. But I think this is a very useful experience: it forges character, puts things into perspective and helps me to realize what life is all about... Naa, well, what I really want to talk about is the fact that I have met a truly wonderful person back in Strasbourg; she is really special and I am very much attached to her; it is sort of weird for me because I love women and don't usually get attached like this; I don't know what's going on but maybe, oh maybe, I will at last manage to build something worthwhile with her. Many questions are in my mind; having loved and lost, I am scared of not being certain, scared of hurting her, unsure of myself... I am writing all this to try to put things into perspective, in order to take a step back and reflect upon my life; I am still wondering what exactly it is I want from life... It's all so complicated; but I guess that's the beauty of it all, the uncertainty and the doubts. Anyway, having said this, I want to say that I really like this girl and that I guess I will take it one step at a time... Life is beautiful.


-14th of December 1999:
 

  In my opinion, and from what I have seen, heard and experienced in this country, the US has a clearly shameful approach torward graffiti repression; I mean, this is fascism: the methods used, the lack of respect, the ill-treatment... Coming from France to this kind of 0-tolerance bull shit really puts things into perspective: I can judge and assess from an "outside" point of view and I am truly shocked at what I see. Of course I can really only speak about the places I know, namely New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Staten Island... How the hell can one be treated the same way for putting color on a wall, and committing for example, let's say, armed robbery; where is the logic behind that?? What kind of sick twisted country would implement such a logic? I am mad and disgusted. Fascism is sick, and I hate it! New Jerz, hope you fucking stupid vandal squad, or whomever, can look at yourselves in the mirror! Must be hard living with who you are. You make me sick! Using all that stupid internet crap to try to catch writers is ridiculous!
Anyway... Why don't you all just pause for a while and try to remember that graffiti is the killing of walls, not people, and that you might want to actually act accordingly... 'nuff said.



-12th of December 1999:
  

...Insanity terrifies me...
The horror of being out of control. What is going on in my mind? What is happening to me?...
TARE is me and I am TARE. Create an identity for myself. Create myself, at last. Love is hate and now I know why.


-11th of December 1999:
  

-My Life-
My heart aches, my mind is weak, the emotions are just too strong;
Unable to hold back the warm tears trickling down my face
The pain numbs my mental anguish, I am lonely and lost
In a world that seems simply way too big for such dark feelings;
The answers are so far away, in a distant land of magnificent bliss.
My state does not enable to comprehend, turning away
From the only people who could possibly help me.
I am empty, I have lost once again, having not understood
What is inside of me; the darkness of the light, the heat of my own blood,
My mind, torn and tortured by both the past and the future;
The tunnel is still endlessly winding beneath my feet, unable to see the
End of this writhing pain, I sit and wait.
                             -My Death-



-10th of December 1999:
 

Some thoughts on graffiti...
      Spraypaint upon a wall; for most, representing negative energy. Blind to the cold beauty of the styles set forth, they do not comprehend the meaning of my artistic expression. Why does the word carry with it such negative connotations within society? Does it not shine through as evident, the magnificence of pure color upon an otherwise dismally grey wall? The work, time, practice, faith, that each of us puts into our artform; the continual thrust to push further our style; to truly be able to create ourselves upon the surface; to kill; yes, the infinite array of possibilities presented to us, the constraining reality of our apparent freedom within this structured artform.
I love graffiti and I live with it; it enables me to find myself and somehow grow and mature in ways that only my universal partners in crime can understand; I travel with my graffiti; meeting, painting and maturing along with my friends, many of whom, through my artform, shall become like my brothers and sisters; they share my mind and heart in so much as they share my love and respect for graffiti. Graffiti as an active part of Hip-Hop; for this artform cannot be seperated from its ever essential framework, if one is to understand the movement as a whole, one must also look at the other components of Hip-Hop, respectively DJing, MCing, and Breakdancing...
So why paint my heart and mind on a wall or train? Well, as a matter of fact, I am not sure, but all I can say for certain is that graffiti is and has been an extremely important self-expression "device"; for I am basically, or have been, a very timid and self-conscious person, so much that at one time graffiti seemed to be the only true means of expressing myself at all... Of course I have evolved and graffiti has been an ever stronger force for me to use and create as a sense of identity; it is who I am. Furthermore, I have extended this self-expression to the creation of websites (Strasbourg Styles Graffiti, SCH webpage, TAREstyles) and this here very personal website is definitely who I am...
Until next time, take care! (Main1, hope you're tuning in; thanks for the feedback)



-9th of December 1999:


  Here is a pseudo poem that I wrote; no title but a strange sense of loss; the loss of love I guess, and the cold onset of an everlasting questionning... Here goes.
        Forever prisoner in a cell of mental loneliness
        An old lion is slowly dying; in a distant land
        Out of the darkness of his own heart, he feels the rotting sickness;
        Magnificent in his proud despair he cannot understand.
        I wait on time to come deliver him from the pain,
        For, tired of living in the past, the future will call
        Upon his skull a sweet trickle of icy rain,
        And, regardless of the suffering, never shall he fall.
Thank you for listening.



-8th of December 1999:


  Well, here I am. I've made the updates using my trusty notepad and HTML codes (ppfffew!), and now I can sit back, relax and enjoy the idea of people enjoying or taking interest in this website... Of course I have decided not to make my major photo/sketch update until the 20th of December, and I also have a relatively big pseudo-essay I wrote on graffiti (the image people have of it) that I will be putting up. Also, as you may of noticed I am using my Interviews section to feature some of my friends worldwide (the peeps I paint with) so that will be getting updated too. Anyway, all this to say that I really hope you enjoy this website and come back often as I strive to include more and more content and ideas. Graffiti lives!
Take care!



-2nd of December 1999:


  Writing seems to be the only way to express my feelings, oh how so clumsily indeed, for words will never manage to portray the fathomless intensity of my mind and heart...  Unrest lies within; my identity searched reveals nothing as it selfishly hides from my want for answers; darkness bathes me and comforts me, cunningly feeding upon my weaknesses, devouring all hope and destroying that which I cherish; love, the memory of a whole feeling, of beauty and intensity, rare and precious, a miracle of pure eternity.  Through life I wander, lost and broken, as my heart, stumbling blindly into oblivion; the life I once had and the life I shall discover to be...  Some day I shall understand.


-30th of November 1999:
 

"I now remember the aching pain in my torn chest, from within my entrails the slow writhing agony of a burning sensation, once lost and twice regreted, the love I had come to worship as eternal beauty."
Ania, the four letters of my bitter fall out of hell's paradise, back to earth with tears of warm regret and cold solitude.
...Kill the question, shall be born the answer; love hurts and destroys from within.


-10th of July 1999:


  Motivation is often hard to find here in Strasbourg.  Writers are basically lame: they don't really seem to grasp the essence of graffiti (not that my cocky self can boast such a knowledge...) and lack the heart to truly expand they're horizons...  Ok, well, I don't know what I'm trying to say but my point is that through my recent trips away (Paris, Milan, NYC...), I have found great motivation in painting with others: seeing different styles, different approaches, and overall different ways of thinking...  I really enjoy travelling with my graffiti and getting to share it with others...   


-9th of May 1999:
 

I found my chinese horoscope (1977): SNAKE people enter a room and there is Music, Joy! Everyone dances! Such high spirit! The Snake is so intense and passionate, just as likely to take out the castanets as to climb mountains of snow. Snake year people are charming and romantic, often planning delightful hideaway surprises. Possessing tremendous wisdom, they are deep, quiet thinkers, calm by nature, but most intense. They often get involved in great causes, bigger than life, and often serve as mentors to the young. To paraphrase Confucius, they have a kind of inner beauty that arises, hovers, then comes to nest. They will have an abundance of good fortune and a long and prosperous life.
The Fire Snake is like a meteor in the sky, brilliant and alive. With spellbinding eloquence, the Snake converses with conviction on a broad range of topics, but realizes that good conversation lies as much in the listening as the talking. The Snake does both very well, raising communication to a very high and elegant art. People love to be in the company of this very graceful Fire Snake, who is always pleasant, provocative, humorous, and quick witted. With split second reflexes, they are constantly conceiving new ideas and coming up with new schemes. This entrepreneurial spirit makes headlines and the Fire Snake is much admired. Because of their ambition, perseverance, and infinite patience, and wise financial moves made early in life, their fortunes grow steadily. By the time middle age arrives, financial fortune is truly theirs. Relationships follow the same path, through faithfulness, perseverance, and willingness to make relationships really work, the future is always bright.
Famous Snake People: Mao Tse-tong, Mahatma Gandhi, Indira Gandhi, Ferdinand Marcos, Abraham Lincoln, Lady Pamela Mountbatten, Martin Luther King, Grace Kelly, Indira Gandhi, Jacqueline Kennedy, Edgar Allen Poe, Prime Minister Tony Blair, Bob Dylan"
I'd say that this somewhat accurately describes me and my attitude towards life...


-5th of May 1999:
 

Love.  When am I ever going to forget .  I saw my ex-girlfriend today; it was hard, I mean we're cool and all but it still burns...  the burning inferno of my heart is aching of a pain so terribly vivid; it stings, it cuts, it engulfs...  it's destroying me.  I somehow wish I was back with her but on the other hand she repulses me: I got way claustrophobic (2 and a half years) and yet I really truly do love her; she is my first and only love but something inside me is wrong: I think I desperately need to find what's in me and be in harmony with myself before even attempting to create a relationship.  I don't know what to do, I'm lost and it's making me crazy; I guess I'm scared: scared of not being sure, scared of hurting her again like I did before, scared of not truly knowing what love is, scared of eternal commitment... but most of all, I'm terrified of hurting her...  I just can't make any sort of decision while being unsure of myself and of my feelings: I wish, oh how I truly wish that there was a way out of this dark winding tunnel; this dismal and lonely path; this dark fathomless mix of love and hatred; for myself and for the people around me: what is love?...


-4th of May 1999:
 

What is the meaning of life?...  A question so often asked and so little answered.   Religion offers comfort and reassurance but is this not just closing one's eyes on the terrifying fact that we actually don't know why we exist? and to what means? life is a beautiful and precious thing but why is there such an ugly downside to nature? well, I guess we could say that for good to exist, or for us to be aware of it's presence, there must be a necessary evil inside of all things...  I guess these are real signs of an oncoming existencial crisis on my part, but I find it greatly helps to write these feelings down and maybe it is a way of reaching out to the world in order to begin understanding life and what we are all about, starting with myself.  Will I ever become mature enough as to achieve wisdom?... positive and infinite... to find the answers I am so eagerly seeking?...    


-3rd of May 1999:
 

The idea of having a "crew" must be kept at the concept  of painting with friends or people you get along with.  There's no need to be in a crew with writers you don't get along with or even despise; nevertheless, it is true that this happens sometimes against your will: friends of your friends with whom you don't get along are introduced within the crew without prior consultation... you know the deal, I'm sure it's happened to all of you at least once!  Anyway, that shit is mad whack and just contributes eventually to the destruction of otherwise great crews of good friends and respected writers.   


-2nd of May 1999:
 

Sometimes, I catch myself thinking, "what for? why am I doing this? why am I painting on walls?"... well I think I can say that graffiti is an expression of who I am and what I am capable of doing artistically.  Somehow, I need graffiti to prove to myself that I am artistically capable of creating: for, indeed, the mere concept of "creating" instead of destroying (though of course graffiti is considered by many as exclusively constituting destruction) is a fabulous element of graffiti.  I sometimes would like to change the actual word "graffiti" that is associated with such a negative image in people's minds, to be able to truly create something new and different that would flourish in a positive and evolutive direction...  but I guess that would be losing the whole driving idea behind graffiti; the same idea that seperates it from "conventional" artforms: the aspect of illegality and non-compliance with set standards or rules...  the essence of graffiti?...   


-1st of May 1999:
 

In my opinion, aggressive conflict between true graffiti artists does not have its place within the realm of Hip-Hop.  My attitude towards painting has and always will be that graffiti is about putting paint, color, style and equilibrium on a wall, in company of one's friends or true graffiti heads, simply keeping it real.  As soon as writers start getting involved more with the fact that they are "doing graffiti" than in the actual "doing of graffiti", they start losing the real meaning of painting which is producing and expressing a mood or true feelings.


-30th of April 1999:
 

I really get annoyed with writers who say they're graffiti writers and maybe paint one piece every other month: that's whack; how do you expect to achieve anything or evolve if you don't motivate yourself into some kind of standard of production; I mean, no writer has ever been dope by painting every two months or so?!  So, in my opinion, they just achieve the status of wannabe.

 

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