Today I realized that it’s been several days since I last posted in this community, and the truth is, I feel like my sense of time is distorted.
It’s as if these last 25 days have flown by in just a few minutes—amidst economic and social crises, water, electricity, and internet outages, the structural collapses, my house is falling apart—and amidst a million things swirling around in my mind, there’s something that pulls me away from all that mental noise, and that’s this.
That’s what painting is—in this case, graffiti. Graffiti is something special to me; honestly, sometimes I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s simply a rush of adrenaline—a moment when my senses connect and focus on every stroke. And even though I don’t use professional materials for my graffiti—I usually use leftover paint and cheap spray paint from the hardware store—it’s been about a month since I did my last piece, which is over there in another post on my profile. Over the years, I’ve shown that it’s not about the materials, but rather the passion and perseverance with which we create these pieces.
And I call this “work” because it’s an effort, it’s creativity, it’s time invested—we don’t call it “work” because it’s an actual job, but because of the effort behind it. Although I recognize and know that there are many artists who charge commissions for their work, I hope that I’ll soon be able to put together a catalog professional enough to reach that goal.
For now, this is what I have to share with you; I hope you enjoy it and find it to your liking.
And even though you might be hearing about frustrations, brother, believe me—I have no more frustrations that I’d like to share with you. I want to start changing all the content I’ve posted in the last few days; I’d like to start fresh, to begin connecting with you—not out of necessity, but out of creativity.
Text translated by DeepL
Graffiti made by Myself.
