NOVEMBER 2024.
A TRIP TO NEW YORK CHANGED MY LIFE.
WORD TO EVERYTHING.
TRAVEL.
A WHOLE MINDSET SHIFT.
ME NIS KILO AND COACH STEPPED TO NEW YORK.
LOWER EAST SIDE.
LAAMS.
STEVIE.
THE VIRGIL ABLOH MURAL.
ME: “WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO SELL ART?”.
STEVIE: “LET ME SEE YOUR WORK”.
A LACK OF CONFIDENCE USHERED ME OUT THE DOOR.
I EMBODIED HESTITATION.
I REFUSED TO LOAD UP THE CHEAP INTERPRETIVE SKETCHES I DID ON THE WAY HERE.
I LEFT.
I NOW HAD A POINT TO PROVE.
WENT TO A JAZZ BAR AND SAW BRENT FAIYAZ.
THIS WAS DAY ONE.
DAY THREE.
I TREKKED TO BASQUIAT’S GRAVE.
SOLO MISSION.
TRIED TO BUY CIGARETTES, THEY CAN’T RECOGNISE UK ID.
CRACKHEAD WALKED IN STEALING PIZZAS UP HIS SHIRT.
THE STORE WORKERS JUMPED HIM LIKE MINIONS.
POLICE WALKED IN SAME TIME AND DID NADA.
STRAIGHT MOVIE SHIT.
GOT TO THE GRAVEYARD, COULDN’T FIND THE TOMBSTONE.
HAD TO ASK FOR HELP.
NO PHOTOS.
JUST ONE VIDEO CALL TO MY POPS.
I’M GONNA DO THIS AND I’M GONNA DO IT PROPERLY.
BROKE THE MISSION DOWN WITH BOYRED.
GOT BACK AND PAINTED.
2 OR 3 ATTEMPTS BEFORE MY FIRST POST.
