Monday, October 3, 2011

Stuff I wish I was good at

Through my self-loathing I believe I've established that I hate all of my friends a lot and that Leonardo Da Vinci made some really gnarly shit.  I'm also looking for websites that give away money.  For free.  I'm open to any reccomendations for that because stumbleupon isn't helping.  BUT what stumble IS helping me out with, is my coping with the fact that I am pretty useless as far as art goes.  I'm sure that I've got some grandesque visions that would change the world for the better, as it stands though, I have no canvas for said brilliance.  Crafty aptitude, craptitude for short, is something I need to work on.

So in the mean time, why not bone over what I think is some of the coolest shit ever: graffiti. 
I won't hate on the smaller tags, but epic bombs and murals and all that creative shit are what really get me wet.  The way that culture evolved since the 60's is mindblowing; engravings in walls, markers and shoe polish on trains and buildings, to the spray styles now, only an idiot would chalk this stuff up to be vandalism when it's really artistic(and punk) as fuck.  I swear to god at this instant that I'm trying to freehand copy some of the most basic shit the internet is providing for me and my stuff is about as good as if you handed Helen Keller a paint can and asked her to do work.


- Da Vinci

F'real though, you gotta think about how the fuck they get these enormous pieces that usually only consist of their neato tag names on the underpasses on I-95 without getting busted by the one time.  
HUUUUUUUUGE tags on trains baffle me too, doesn't that shit take a while to do?  If you can look past the mess of black scribble that you see in cities, there is actually some pretty slick art to be seen.  I don't know nearly enough about the process that goes into spraying VERY hazardous chemicals in the direct vicinity of you face, but I am so upset that I've squandered any possible artistic talent I would've had into video games and substance abuse.  Last semester someone wrote "With God, Anything is Possible" in red ink and a nice big heart on a desk... I felt ballsy and full of 21 year old teen angst so I crossed out 'God' and put "SLAYER" in scrawling black satan ink.  Sofuckinglame.

I'm not trying to dick ride Banksy or Shepard Fairey or anybody who does a mean job, but a lot of what the lesser known peeps do is cool and I feel like the strictly cop-oriented audience, for whom this blog was concieved, should show a little god damn artistic appreciation.  Go write on stuff!  Don't draw dicks and shit!  All I know is that I'm probably going to be bored when school starts back up for me and with a 3 hour gap inbetween my classes and no porn nearby... I'm coppin a fresh set of sharpees and stickin it to the man.  Also I really want a Mike Giant tattoo, so if anyone can help me out with that I would love to have tatted up Mexican chicks all over me.  Seriously.

This.  On my face.

 Forever writing pointless bullshit,

JoeyG

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