I've been collecting images for CCC's Street Art Contest because iHeart street art and not because they tag me every week. I went over there just now, there's 12 rules. That's a lot. Even the Commandments only have 10.
My name is Arts, it's on my passport, what else do you need? I'm not professionally trained. Tried a couple times, classrooms make me tired. Portraits are my thing, pencil's my preferred. I haven't found anything I can't draw or airbrush, paint, letter, pinstripe, et cetera. I've had my hand in all of it so rest assured the images I'm about to share with you have gone through intense scrutiny. The following nine street art images are the best of the best.
When I'm out there photoing, docudramaing and bloggering, I'm not looking for anything specific per se. I wait for creativity to stop me in my tracks and, when it does, I pause the world to give it my undivided attention like this nonbinary direction I almost stepped on.
If you don't like the way it's going, just stand on the other side and turn around. It goes both ways!!
Never at a convenient time, either. I hope I shit myself at the gym today said no one ever. Shit yourself after a night of binge eating escargot and shrooms and you'll be like..
I circled this next one like an FBI interrogator whose subject refuses to speak so I'm doing laps around him, verbally assaulting the suspect, barfing evidence after more evidence all down his neck and I still don't know how they did it.
It's a brand new light pole base made of rare earth minerals they made look like an old rusted piece of shit that's unsafe.
At some point a generation somewhere, not ours of course and unlikely in our lifetime, obviously, but at some point there will be a generation that's all.
TIME THE FUCK OUT!! If we keep pushing out 3, 4, 5 or 6 kids each, we'll run out of space to grow food and ruin the whole map.
It'll crumble and peel off and fall into nothing and, once it's gone, you'll never get it back like boners in the middle of the night or shoulder length hair for the ladies.
Before the land illuminated by rainbows and radios, buried in brick and mortar is history because once it's gone, it's forever.
And finally, the one on the cover. It's no flaking world map or rate earth marvel or anything but it's on the cover.
