It was good that Zap got me out last minute other wise I would have thought about the piece too much. I tend to think myself into a corner. I dreamt about piecing last night, I dreamt about painting a few nights ago. In my dreams the whole thing is epic, running around all over the place. Darlinghurst is always good, nice tags on the streets good coffee. Tomorrow I am off to the zine fair at the MCA to see what is happening. I always find painting makes my head spin, it is so overwhelming in a great way. I can’t escape my eighties touch on the wall. Still in the game. Mural art is colorful bold, I wish I was as good on canvas as I am on walls but I like canvas how it can be rough thought through, spray is spontaneous and fast, it took me less than two hours. I am happy with my progress this year, nice and slow, just a few walls but quality.

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