To the piece of shit who tagged my art at CELLspace last Thursday night:
I couldn’t help but find myself wondering if you consider yourself some kind of artist. If so, you have a lot to learn about personal standards. I’m not sure if the stickers you planted all over my screen prints represent your strongest work, but they really weren’t ready for the garden show.
Or maybe felt tipped marker just isn’t your medium. Either that or you need to cut down on the caffeine before you hit the studio–any cokehead can make neater lines than these.
Maybe I am wrong. It could be that you are more into the ruining other people’s art angle. On that count, you’ve come up pretty short too, and this is coming from a dude who’s 5’6”. I mean, stickers?
Is everything you do this half-assed?
This pretty much says, “I wanted to be a badass who doesn’t give a fuck about the rules, but I didn’t quite have the balls to execute a proper tag.” You should have just printed some business cards at Kinko’s and taped them to the door.
Anyway, the irony is that some good graffiti would have probably improved the art. Instead we get this.