Scratch & Dissent
My first foray as a graffiti artist occurred as a young child when left alone to inhabit my day and invent a more thrilling night. While the English wallpaper in the upstairs hall of our house in the Canadian countryside exuded elegance, the repetitious strawberry pattern lacked any juice at all. The dull shade of red for the berries needed to glisten, the green leaves longed for texture, the cream spaces to open up. I couldn’t bear one more predictable diamond shape around each cluster. So with a minimal palette of crayons, I set to work. Read More »