Skore

Graffiti for most Europeans arrived in the Summer of ‘84 with the Hip Hop explosion. I painted my first spray-painted piece that year with my break dancing crew; although I was hooked on typefaces long before that and was a prolific drawer of lettering. Over the years this graffiti obsession has existed happily alongside all the other trials and tribulations that have come along. The one constant, dominating factor of my life.

I can’t explain today what it is that still drives me to paint piece after piece as regularly as I did 37 years ago when I first discovered it. It’s just a part of my being. The way I express ideas and communicate to others. My outlet for creativity and my pressure valve for life’s journey.

I can’t explain today what it is that still drives me to paint piece after piece as regularly as I did 37 years ago when I first discovered it. It’s just a part of my being. The way I express ideas and communicate to others.

I have never been one to sit back and rest on my laurels. Dig through past glories to claim some earnt status in the Culture. The old adage, you are only as good as your last piece rings so true to me and I am as hungry for new adventures as that wide eyed kid back in 1984 that first discovered it. New opportunities usually present themselves quicker than I can tick off my endless bucket list of ambitions.

So I guess I’ve answered my own question. Repeating yourself is boring. Dreaming big and achieving goals is, for me, what keeps life interesting and drives me forward.

I have never been one to sit back and rest on my laurels. Dig through past glories to claim some earnt status in the Culture. The old adage, you are only as good as your last piece rings so true to me...