He was an art school dropout, and you could tell. His work was edgy and held an air of genius. Great swirls of blue and green exploded into something completely unpredictable, and yet once you saw the chaos take form, you couldn’t imagine it any other way. When he worked, it was in a frantic trance. He had only one rule, he painted in the dead of night and stopped before dawn –as an artist he knew his limits: sure he had genius, but there was no point in getting caught. These walls belonged to the city, after all.
March 1, 2009