Mid-June: I drive through the streets of El Paso, TX, my home-town, with my brother. He takes me through the warehouse district to look at murals and graffiti walls. Returning to Phoenix, I regret not taking photos.
End of July: For years I noted street art. El Paso nudges me. I’m curious enough to mess with it now.
Though not complicated, I admit, I don’t know what I’m doing. I cut out
stencils and pick up black aerosol spray paint. I cover my mouth and nose with a light-weight face mask. Quickly I learn I love (love) the graphic image. No delay of gratification with this medium. The experience is intoxicating to say the least.
And it’s toxic. It doesn’t help that it’s summer in Phoenix. I am just about done with it when someone gives me color aerosol spray paint. Before the weekend is over I pull out a high-quality mask with mouth, nose and eye protection and I wear long sleeves and gloves.
And so it goes…
I don’t have the language down. Is it a tag? A stencil? Because I am a printmaker at heart, my preference connects to mark-making.
No title, no signature, no sense of permanence, less is more.
Marking space, on the fly.
Perhaps things begin with wanting to take the jaguar I am painting in studio, out of studio. One early morning, a few weeks ago, I go outside to photograph the painting. The shadow of the tree animates the composition in such a way, I naturally want to see the big cat outdoors.
Today: back to painting in the studio with the plan to finish my jaguar in August. I feel satisfaction with last week’s roll.
Though I feel I should give it one more try…and play with the political. It’s crazy out there…
Love your vision questing and stencil “street”work. Wishing street art was all more positive..just saying….
…wish everything was more positive. There is some wonderful street art out there.
It is what it is, huh.
Thanks for the comment. Vision questing…I like that Sharon.