The graffiti on my street has a linear style.
Tuesday! It’s the second day of the week, and to all my fellow friends who share this love and passion for street art, I send you a big, energetic greeting!
Last week I shared with you some graffiti I’d recovered from a memory card in my broken cell phone—thanks to modern technology, I’d managed to retrieve some of those photos, including a specific section featuring Caracas graffiti. But today, Tuesday, I want to go back to the roots of where it all began for me here in my town.
Last night I did a graffiti piece featuring a name and, as always, capturing that essence of street art, but before I show you that, I’m going to share the work I’ve been doing so far this May.
I’ve talked about this graffiti method where, honestly, the only thing that matters is getting noticed and having your name written on the walls—and this truly does provide a very deep, inexplicable satisfaction. But at the same time, it creates that anxious restlessness, that desire to improve and understand your own level. This is something highly debatable and can sometimes slightly affect the ideas you have when you want to paint, since you have to adapt to limited resources.
History has shown us that everything changes and that things are usually better when we put enough heart, spirit, and effort into them. So, if you’re reading this and needed some inspiration or support, I hope you found it here. If so, please leave a comment and let us know what you think.
Translated with DeepL.
