Walking into an Art Gallery
Hidden by overgrown grass & old railroad tracks
Some spots are very hidden from the public eye. They aren’t hard to find on a map, but getting to it can pose the issues. Google & Apple Maps have become my best friend when it comes to scooping out new locations. I can’t imagine traveling out somewhere without looking at the map first & pinning all the spots that could potentially hold treasures! Similar to how pirates felt back in the day, I find myself filled with that same sense of adventure & excitement. I’ve heard of comparisons between serial killers & graffiti artist before from Baer, a well-known graffiti artist who has given some in-depth interviews about their work & the process it takes to make it into a reality. If you’re interested in hearing more, check out this post from Juxtapoz magazine (HERE) on Baer’s art installation that already happened.
The serial killer comparison is kind of true if you think about it like Baer says. We truly do obsess over our victims & relive those moments through photographs & memorabilia. With that being said, I think graffiti artists are also comparable to pirates in the sense that we are constantly looking for treasure (walls & other odd surfaces to write on), we reject the system & the rules currently established, we have our own codes & form of communication, we mark & claim territory, & we balance a strange system of risk vs rewards. I guess really everything is comparable if you think about it. Things that seem so different, actually hold similar values & rules as one another if you strip away all the fancy things.
Like many things, the world is a complex structure built through the ever-adapting layers of change. To change is to evolve, & to evolve is to change. Some people get comfortable & never change. I don’t want to become stagnant & resist change, I know that nothing stays the same, so I spend little time attempting to fight back against it. Don’t we all want to improve something in our lives? Don’t we all want to become a better person at the end of the day? I find myself contemplating the actions I take online, for better or worst. I don’t let the fear of rejection or failure hold me back. I know somethings aren’t going to be received well, but I post them anyway because it’s exposure. More exposure to people I may not target due to the things I’m interested in or lack thereof.
Every picture or video tells a story. Whether the story is good or bad is irrelevant, it’s more so about the journey. The journey to self-improvement. The journey to become a better person through trials & tribulations. I don’t even know why I’m posting all of these things online. I mean I know why, I want to stop working a 9-5 5 days a week & start focusing on the things I actually love & care about. But I mean I don’t know why I am going so hard. Before all of this, I despised being on my phone. I hated social media & thought it only brought pain & suffering. I thought the only thing social media was good for was showing the horrible things that are happening in this world everyday. It has always been a mood killer for me. Seeing the hate & drama that’s always online hurt my soul & heart. It hurts knowing there is so much stress in this world & we can’t do much about it. We can only live our lives to the fullest potential & hope for the best.
These old Jas 7 throwies remind me of fingers! I prefer his latest style, the one liner.
I have the ugliest handstyle for the real world. It’s legible, but it’s ugly. I’m slowly working on it. Handstyles were never my favorite part of the game, but I know it’s a craft in itself & needs to be worked on.
Esup’s colorways are always magical to me. Besides the one train I saw, I first seen his work at the Hart Jam in April 2025. Since then, I haven’t seen anything of his in awhile, but this spot has a couple pieces of his.
Peace & love from the 413