It is hard to get a direct read from spray paint, the hand can disappear and the mist or concentration takes over. Lines build into forms, they break, bend, confuse, there are moments of an effect. Sometimes there is nothing but effects, light, smoke, borderline anime, cartoon, computer graphics, delinquency. It never seems real, maybe more real, then there are the limitations and imitations. Sometimes the best graffiti can’t be seen at all, it is right in front of you but it seems to ask too much of the viewer.

Viewer, viewer it says look at the soft transition and the contrast, isn’t it so wonderful? Well says the viewer I sometimes draw a blank, I don’t know what you are trying to do, what am I looking at? Is it art or vandalism? So you don’t want to open yourself to the unknown, to the misunderstood, to the marginalised, to the guy driving the forklift? There is a whole story, it is a life, a bunch of signals, delirium and paint falling onto a surface. It is all an attempt to find oneself and lose oneself.