I thought misspelling words and adding z's in place of s's would do the trick in giving me street credibility. Except, I grew up in suburbia. But that's neither here nor there...
All I know is when it comes to appreciating good art, where I grew up matters not.
That's why I was elated to be invited to a Hip Hop Festival, complete with graffiti art, in a "rough" neighborhood of San Diego (the roughness is questionable after seeing certain areas of Detroit and Los Angeles).
The festival was being put on by Writerz Blok, an organization that realized a need in the community and provided an outlet. In their words, "In 1999, illegal graffiti was a problem in San Diego...most of the defacement was done by youth looking for a place to express themselves. The decision was made to start a program aimed at steering the youth away from illegal vandalism and towards learning the art of graffiti."
So, Writerz Blok provided 10,000 sq. ft. of paintable space for the kidz (like that?) to go wild.
The result is masterful.
Sketches in this man's black book--a book where graffiti designs are tested out before putting them on walls.
Lainey and Shane dancing to some hip hop. hehe.
Graffiti is certainly not my favorite art, but I can't help but be fascinated by the craftsmanship and attention to detail in these pieces; moreover, I love watching art while it is in process.
These catz got skillzzzzz.
Alright, I'll stop now. But I never allow myself to misspell words, so this is kind of addictive!