It all continues.The art, Drawing, the graffiti all that I have been using all spare time and all free time on in around 25 years. Last night i painted a wall in a small suburb. Two teenagers was hanging out, in a dark corner. where there was no lights. A boy and a girl. The boy talked constantly to the girl in a slow monotone hash smoked voice! It was so annoying I felt like going there tell him to shut up! At some point he came creeping out the darkness with red sprained eyes and asked me if i worked there? I said no. He asked how much i got paid for painting? A question that persons of all ages everywhere i have painted always seem to be interested in. I said nothing. He looked at me, with a suspicious look. Maybe thinking why an adult person would do anything like painting a wall in the night in his spare time for absolutely no reason than just the one reason: I want to do it. And for the fun and joy of it. That was my response: I just do this for fun. That seemed to be to much for him to grasp. And he turned around and crawled back to his dark corner, to his monotone preaching. That i will never know what was about. They finally left and i could relax and paint undisturbed.
Later this week i met with my friend Solkongens Nabo (The king of the Suns neighbour) We went around looking at abandoned spaces in searching for some urban wasteland where we could have some fun painting. For me a familiar way of spending a afternoon for, Solkongens Nabo, not so familiar, at least not in the context of artistic expression. We found a place where we thought that to old farts could paint undisturbed. We went home packed our stuff, went back and started to work in complete darkness and silence. Really funny to stand a place and create something. Something that you can't see and something that will never bee seen by anybody in real life. Created a place of the grid that does not exists anywhere. It was really nice. And Solkongens Nabo was really happy, it was the first time he had done something like that. And he felt that now his artistic platform had developed. On our way back i asked him if he could believe that i have been doing this for about 20 years. His reply was yes totally!
painting to the sound of a teenage stoner
Painting a secret place in pitch darkness with Solkongens Nabo Always fun to see what you have done when you haven't been able to see anything during process.
