Everywhere Colossus

The line rolled in on the day after Thanksgiving. I saw it slow to a stop as I sped through a used car lot and parked somewhere in the cuts behind a 4th St. recycling plant. The one with the Clowns painted on plywood. The air released from the brake line and only the sound of small rocks rolling beneath my shoes was heard. A lot of spray was found, but also some new books, colossus, and solo artist.

Pranksgiving in Reno

The frat wall got done up one more time this pranksgiving. After all the stuffin was gone and the clouds cleared, deals got done and bitches got served. Yeah! That means you. Oh yeah, and Uncle Leo carved the bird.

DeBordian Drifting

What to do when you're in Dayton, NV

Since Dayton is not the funnest place to hang out in, we would spend each day wandering somewhere new. Somedays we would go four by fouring up in dem darn hills, other days we would go four by fouring up in dem darn other hills. While up in the cuts of dem darn hills we visited the American Flats and found a heap of run down cars. We tried to find some tunnels to push those cars down into but the two never coexisted within close enough proximity of one another. So instead we just jumped on them and took photos.



So here you go.

Rollei Wall

Finally back to work on this project. The intent is to make a self-reflective mural that is of the environment that it is in. So I began taking photos of all the alley-wanderers that came by as we were painting the background. Next, Caedron and I added the big Rollei, which was used to take many of the portraits of the alley-wanderers. Lastly the portraits were painted onto the long strip which will eventually become a strip of film.

To give the illusion of film, I tried to mimick the graininess found in a negative by cutting stencils of varying patterns. I layered these small patterns over one another with spray paint, applying it thick and thin to give a better tonal range.

I'm preparing the next round of portraits and will begin again around Thanksgiving. If you'd like to check it out, it's on the corner of California and Virginia St. behind Starbucks.

Who is really taking offense?

Story by Kyle Zozar to be inserted at a later date. For now, the story goes.

Our friends own a house. With a fence. A fence that gets tagged a lot! So we decided to paint it. After months of pieces by a dozen or so gifted graff artists the wall reached a climax of good artwork from end-to-end. The wall remained in that visual pergatory state for several more months until the graffiti task force of Reno decided that the wall was a menace. A menace to society?

So they toted their victems of community service over there and began the great white washing. One of the greatest white washings to ever commence that alley. The fence was glistening white. Like a fresh bar of soap or a china cabinet on a fresh slab of Nicaraguan cocaine. It was perfectly white. They sighed and wiped the sweat beading up under their mustaches. Keep in mind that all of this happened without the permission or even fair notice to the actual owners of the fence. The owneres who allowed the painting and liked the painting and wanted more of the painting.

The Graffiti task force pulled out to go begin more white washings, thinking to themselves that they were doing society a favor. A huge favor! Within days the very same fence that glistened like a Violent Femmes song sprouted a silver seed. It took on the shape of a tag. In fact it was a tag! A big tag that said Rate. If anything, this one silver gift was not what the Graffiti task force had in mind. In a way it was a huge middle finger to both the Graffiti Task Force, the owners of the house, and all the artists that worked so hard to create the original artwork on the fence.

So with that I took it upon myself to rechristen the wall. The witticism is intellecutal property of mon frere and the slop-driven letters are the creation of my roller. The Graffiti Task Force was unavailable for comments at this time, but I think that it would be in there best interest to go to the owners of the house, actually knock on their door, and apologize for graffiting their property with their white paint. After all, Graffiti is only graffiti when you do it without permission.