i started on 08 around the same time as alot of kids around my area were meeting the oldheads and tryna emulate their styles. there was a certain mystique to writing, because i always wondered who all these people writing on shit were. i went strong with just stencils for a year, switched to sketching gradually started bombing more, got knocked in 2010, gave it up, and here i am trying to get a foot in. shit's not as easy after you stop sketching and shit, hands don't flow anymore, everything decent looks forced, idk. im hitting the books.
i just started pretty much last year.... like i was always into it but never committed because i wasn't good as the others and shit.... then some reason i just decided to say fuck it bought a black book, write in it everyday then the progress came.... you can only get better as you progress forward and keep on you feel... i just wish i knew how to fucking color and write on walls.
dont exactly remember what year but started sketching graff in 4th grade started painting lil bit 8th grade started bombing streets year or two ago im seventeen now but been doin graff since i was in grammar school. i stay up in la so i stay surrounded by graff and i come from a family of artist so naturally i got good quick but its somethin i do everyday of my life so thats why im good at it. havent been a toy since like seventh grade i know it sounds cocky hahahah but im bein honest yo
i started 1 year ago but i had no writers to look up to. i downloaded some movies like criminal minded or unlike u
I started before this thread. Logged in for the lulz, this place is fucking different. Back in the days when you typed shit, it would wordfilter for ****. +1 internet to anyone who can tell what it was.
I started bombing 3 yrs ago but i got got busted taggin freights n was on probation n shit for awhile n jus got back into bout 9 mnths ago jus straight bombin walls mainstream heaven spots freights everythin n started piecing bout 3 mnths ago still need sum wrk thoe
well it was a long time ago. it was very dark. very quiet. yet i could hear all the screams, and as much as i wanted help... it never came. Over time the hours lost their meaning. Seconds were nothing. For a moment the world stopped and was quiet with me. i thought of airplane engines filling the sky. i thought of the wind brushing through the trees. Then the motor in the fridge kicked in. Then i cried. There was monsters inside of me for sure. Something evil and ugly. There was not enough light for me to see him. The screams eventually stopped with time. I didnt realize it then but the whole time something was there, In silence. Just waiting. That tiny black spot on my brain was leaking darkness. it was hungry. It was time, i became him. We have coexisted as one since 2006. no regrets
i started graff like 20 minutes ago i got some dope handie tags and throw up bubble letters in my bag already yo