Monthly Archives: April 2011
Philly hands are like jazz. Funky, free-form style. Everywhere else is like white boy rock. All arm and no wrist.
I painted this the other night round 9pm across the street from a hood carnival in connie mack park. these little mother fuckers tried taking my bike but they couldn’t figure out how to ride a fixed gear with no breaks so they let me finish my piece and just threw rocks at me as i rode off to meet up with the crew. solo hood sessions can be funny if you dont let them get to you and you throw their little gangs up.