Bitten by flying teeth

Playing in the background....
"cold beer, coca cola, agua."
You're on the beach and the only thing to soothe your dozen or so mosquito/termite/flying teeth bites is the Mediterranean. Sand becomes you. Like a freckle. You become the city as streets become familiar and bodegas become common and the man singing, 'cold beer, coca cola, agua' becomes familia.

Beatiful burned out factory in Poble Nou, Barcelona

"The difference between", "thought and action".

I suck with nice paint but the space makes up for it.

Almost crushed by layers of rotting houses while making.

RIPO with a message to the cops thumping at Catalunya

Barcelona

A good canvas is always on the verge of destruction

tiptoe double decker minnesota docking scare. for pat and mike!

People love fish here. Dinner of aceitunas rellenos de anchoa. Here White Coca hugs a fish and her paste hugs on an amazing door.

Flexin some xacto cutting on aged tile.

RIPO Shouts Back

Everytime I check in on Ripo I'm amazed at the amount of work he's put out. Like this rad new piece slapped up on the banks of the Barcelona port.

Aside from Ripo's clean lettering is his success in saying something with his letters. Here's an excerpt from Ripo's site about the below pic.

For years this was a spot I could go to paint with friends and visitors with little stress except the wind blowing our pieces across the wall. Literally hundreds of artists had painted this kilometer stretch of cement (front and back) separating the Barcelona port from the Mediterranean Sea. Layer upon layer of beautiful artwork was created, faded by the sun and seawater, and repainted, giving life, color, meaning, and history to what would have been a barren stretch of cement. That is until they finished constructing the new towering W Hotel a few months ago. Along with this luxury hotel came one of the biggest washes of Grey paint and powerblasting I’ve ever seen. The ENTIRE wall, front and back, was cleaned to a boring grey slab. So Much History had been Erased so that those at the hotel can feel like we were never there.