NY Murals

Along with putting up a lot of new pasters in NY I was fortunate enough to have some good friends like Veng RWK, ND'A, and Keith Schweitzer of FAB line up some walls for me to paint.

Color explosion for this mural painted for Transportation Alternatives, Fourth Arts Block, and Recycle a Bicycle.

Details on corrugated metal is never my favorite.

Got a little weird on this aerial view.

With ND'A for Centrifuge on 1st and 1st in the E. Village.

Wild doodle at Bushwick 5 points

Staten Island Tugboats

Two parties depart on a trip. One to the west and one to the east. We begin a long day of biking to the southern tip of Staten Island. Passing homes of the rich and shameless. Met a mechanic named Mark in Bushwick who told me he did the pipes at Ol-Dirty's house on Staten. Said O.D.B. walked in and threw a bag of coke down on the table and said, "Are you the plumber? Have a tip?"

Biking through Green Point and over the Manhattan bridge for a change. Chinatown merchants sell rambutans to tourists jaywalking just to fit in. Skimming the Hudson on a ferry with South American blue seats etched with names of lovers and french kissing teenagers. Sea gulls ride turbulent bursts and driftwood sink in the wavelengths of the wave lengths. We empty tallcans hugged by tidy brown bags before departing and pet a drug-dog named Teddy. He sniffs and sniffs and blows nobodies house down.

Three hours later we empty more tall cans still tidy in neatly folded brown bags. American flagged murals line every block while the people of Staten seem to love well defined biceps. We bike endlessly, around the east while our other party skims the west to meet at a graveyard with gravity folded tombstones reading dates two centuries prior.

We discover a secret passage behind the graves of larger maritime graves, each delicately tucked in by muddy blankets and mosquito wings. Our dirty feet levitate then sink into the lowtide swamp surface. Levitate then sink repeatedly. We storm the ships. Walk planks of found wood. Place secret notes on sinking steel. And the sun grows pink on the silhouettes of Newark's rigid industry. Two parties depart to the city. One goes to the west and one to the east.

New // Over Under Mural

Just finished this mural for Jeremy of BushwickBk. What seemed like it would only take a few days took almost a month as more and more people from the neighborhood came by to get their portrait added and chit chat. It was very Jane Jacobs-like hanging out their and getting to know the neighborhodd through and through. I'm really going to miss them now that it's done.

Mural on the way

I got an email a little while ago from someone who wants a mural on their house. It's a cool place just down the street from me in Bushwick and the guy works for a neighborhood blog called bushwickbk. More to come when I get back...