Ever since I was a little guy, I’ve loved making a mess, getting paint on things and scribbling. At that age, there’s no concern for creating things the right way, if your art looks good or not, and certainly not if it’s going to create income to pay the bills. Back then creativity just inexplicably felt right in the moment and was fueled by curiosity.
I remember hearing the phrase “starving artist” when I was young and it’ll stick with me for the rest of my life. I had this conception that artists lived a life of financial struggle and the few that we read about in history books didn’t gain recognition until long after they passed.
Oh brother. I’ve been asked this question and I continue to ask this question to myself, especially growing up with a cop for a dad. It’s very difficult to justify risking my life to write on a billboard, getting into fights with other graffiti writers for going over my tags, and constantly risking going to jail just to leave a mark. The best answer I’ve been able to come up with is curiosity.
Well, I sure love red and my mom had rose bushes in the backyard growing up so maybe that played a subliminal role in the attraction. But to be honest, I never planned to draw so many. I will say in doing so, I’ve come to appreciate them much more.
The bold lines are definitely influenced by my roots in graphic design, American traditional tattoos and graffiti. Design taught me to practice simplicity; there’s an old tattoo saying “bold will hold.” Catching massive tags with fat caps and markers was always the most satisfying.
I’ve always been a fan of tattoos and the folks within the culture but never thought I’d have any of my own. Then I got one. It was all downhill from there.
Call my lawyer [laughs].