In the hot hot summer of 2011 down by the beach where Art meets Crime, the Ice Cream Man lived here. Never has there been a more discontented slinger of frozen treats. It is a problem in this economy that too often workers are taken advantage of, and so RIP Ice Cream man.
In his wake comes Graffiti Man. Possessed of vision, imagination, creativity, and daring.
Two years ago before we were married we watched BOMB IT, a documentary about global graffiti as an expressive art form. We stayed up late into the early morning talking about street art in the ATL; things we admired and things we could preform. I spent my summers photographing the scene, the ATL has some great art on its streets. And now across the country, in the city of lost angels we have finally begun. So the foraging begins…
I could not be more excited. We must wake up and make something. Even better wake up and recycle something. Find your neighbors trash and make it a treasure. Whether you keep it yourself or release it back to the community, you will have joined a discussion. I think that is important.
Los Angeles has a lot to offer. My husband was at the Mr. Brainwash show of Exit through the Gift Shop. Banksy and Shepard Fairey consider this town a playground. I have an obsession with Morley right now. Venice has an ongoing local discussion that is exciting to step into. It seems about time we joined it.
It is the most amazing thing to create and be wild and lawless into the night with your best friend.We might just get in deep.
Wouldn’t you like to see a positive LSD story on the news? To base your decision on information rather than scare tactics and superstition? Perhaps? Wouldn’t that be interesting? Just for once?
“Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration – that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There’s no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we’re the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather.” – Bill Hicks