I was going through a real rough time nearing the end of
2012. I was in my first year of college. I was in programming back then. My dad
died, I wasn’t used to the teachers not caring at all, and most important of
all the world was going to end according to the Mayans.
I was so stressed but I got along day to day. I basically
cut all ties with my friends and talked to nobody in my classes. The only way I
could express myself was those empty codes I typed into my laptop.
System.out.println(“hello world”);
Until one day I decided, I wanted to get myself on this
planet. So I started making street
graffiti art. It relieved a lot of my stress as I emptied those cans of
spray paint. I made many works but they all sucked. That didn’t matter though.
All that mattered was that I finally felt one with the earth.
Of course the world didn’t end in hindsight, that’s how street graffiti art saved me.
How has graffiti helped you in any way?