I want one of these...

...I want one of these fucking NOW!

"I am not a crook!"

"Nici eu ba!"

Soooo.. I was waiting to update the blog by posting the story of the road trip down to Tennesse and the hippy fest. But I left all the pictures at my friends house, so it'll have to wait until I get them back next week. Meanwhile, this week was the last week of the illustration course. It's been pretty nice, although to be honest I haven't really learnt anything. I guess I should've taken the print making course instead, meh. One thing I've learnt is that intensive summer courses are more intorductory than anything, and I've also learnt to read exactly what the course implies when paying good money to enroll in it. I might've also learnt that I'm an idiot, but that might have been a lesson learnt long ago. I blame it on my alzheimers.

The heat in Ny is now back to bearable. I'm settling down in my cubicle in Brooklyn, and starting to think that my room is actually a closet with a bed in it. For real. Nonetheless Brooklyn is lovely, everyone is out and today I had a very enjoyable day going to the laundromat to clean my clothes. In this one they have an arcade with Pacman and Galaga, so a few hundred quarters were spent on that. I smoked a few cigarettes on a stoop and failed miserably at buying some deodorant (I think they don't use it here). Everyone here speaks Spanish and English, so I swear in Romanian. Merci Ro ma ni a! But I don't swear that much, cause I'm pretty happy.

Talking about Romania, last Thursday felt like a day at Ota's. A certain cultural institute in Manhattan saw Omar, Irlo, Linda, Gorzo, Cristi, Ada and the Sinster engaging in alcohol consumption and dance routines. The Romanian street artist exhibition was fab. Acid colours were injected into the New Yorkers eyes. The boy Irlo continues to amaze me, with his ability to cover huge surfaces with seeming-less effort, I like, I envy, I enjoy. Marc and Sara from Wooster were there, as was Elbow Toe, and some cunt who started to preach to me about smoking and drinking. It seems it is my curse to tell twunts to fuck off. Ah, but I enjoy it deep inside. Not so deep too.

After the exhibition we went to Brooklyn and ended up in a Lesbian bar where we took over the music at the terrace and were told off because of it. Friday morning was haaaaaard. And my use of so many "a's" is meant to put emphasis on the fact that I thought I was going to puke and shit my heart out, my teeth were trembling and my brain was being used as a cum rag by the local homeless.

Now I'm off to the Bodega, the club I painted at, to see if I can get that same jolly good feeling tomorrow morn. Wish me luck.

Boo ya!

It's me! Pinocchio!

Had to do some illustrations with Pinocchio for the course. The book is much more fucked up than the Disney film. He gets hanged, robbed and beaten, lots of people die and in the end he gets face aids and is turned into a foot rest for an obese man called Big Hank who lives in Queens and has eaten Cheese flavoured Cheetos and pickled cucumbers for the last fifteen years. Hank screams at his television and makes sweet love to a hole in the wall. Big Hank is my neighbour. I know all this cause I can see him through the hole in the wall. Hole which is directly next to my desk. 

...his penis is staring at me now...

shiver

Deja Vu

Deja Vu

Just before coming over to NY I did a lil something on the corner of Vulturilor and Parfumului. I'll finish off the background when I'm back. Hope it gets finished....

More pics from the party:

HERE

TIme to write, hell yeah. The heat here is cocking unbearable. Yesterday I saw two old men melt to their demise and a puddle of goo on the sidewalk woofed at me. I fear I may have to break my rules and wear shorts, although I'll probably just strip nekkid. I'd rather have indecent exposure than dickhead look.
Been staying at my mate's Christofer for the last week.He has a nice apartment in the lower East side of Manhattan, so I've been crashing on his collapsible sofa. The view from his rooftop is wicked and there's a spot which definatley needs a lick of paint. Went out with him a few nights, got expensively wasted and met a few freakos. One that stands out was a mad Lebanese woman who had come to film a documentary and was robbed and stabbed in the hand in DC. She took a fancy to me but I managed to run away from her drunken grip, thank Allah.
On Thursday we went on a visit to the Museum of Natural History, which is fucking amazing. I managed to walk past a security check into a restricted area, and waltzed about for about half an hour until some guy asked me if I should be there. I know I should have nicked the 'Venus of Willendorf' as soon as I saw it...balls. I had a walk around and marvelled at the array of beautifull objects, animals and thrads. People definitely dressed better back in the days. The prehistoric days where everyone was nekkid and hairy. After a while I went to the 'Injuns' section where we had to sketch. Et voila:




Then we created our own Injunboy:




After a while I went to lunch, and met up with some young sorority going lasses from my course. From what I've seen on the internets sorority girls go down on you the minute you catch their eyesite. These three seemed to take offence at that for some reason. They did however manage to say 'like' every word and a half, which I thought was rather cool. I tried it myself, but failed miserably, only managing to place it at the beginning and end of each sentence.
After lunch I went to the fifth floor and nearly pissed and shat myself out of joy. There for all to see where three Dinosuars! Like real motherfucking dinosaurs like! A smile beamed from my face, happy as I haven't been in years. Fucking Dinosaurs!!! Hell yeah, that made my day.



Friday I finally got to paint! I went to the only goddamn shop in NY to get paint and bought a few cans. A couple of black kids were buying markers in front of me, they couldn't decide what to buy so I stepped up and in my apparently unintelligable british accent asked for my cans. As I was going out I heard them calling at me. I got ready to whack one in the face with my bag and leg it, but when I turned around one said:

"Sir, how much are the cans?"
"Ummm...7 dollars montana, 7.50 Belton..."
"Errr...Sir, do you think you could buy us a can? Here's the money..."

I was a bit baffled, and felt like an old fart being called 'Sir' so much. Then I understood that in NY you can't buy spray cans if you're younger than 18.

"Sure thing" said I and in I hopped with the mission to turn these two young polite boys into graffiti criminals. Jut me giving back a little to society. A good deed a day keeps the coppers away.

I got the train and somehow managed to get to the subway stop with the most difficult to pronounce name in the world "Kosckioszco" <- That's spelt wrong, I can't remember properly. My friend has been arranging a space there turning it into a club and gallery, and he asked me to paint the walls. Friday painting sucked, cause my head felt like a bag of potatos being bummed by a rabid chimpanzee. Saturday morning went fine though, and the big wall was finished succesfully a couple of hours before the party kicked off.
Four bands were playing, some nice punk and I got soaked in beer, sweat, spit and moshed till I thought I was going to throw up. It was hot as fuck, but we'd go outside to smoke cigarettes and 'shoot hoops' at the portorican guys court just in front of the club. I saw an angry NY skinny white guy fight, and some girls with big big booties, which looked like they were full of air, dry hump each other into oblivion. Good times.
The week has rolled back up and I'm moving to my new apartment in Brooklyn today. Found a place with two drummers and a graphic designer, yay! Wednesday it's the road trip off to Tennesse! Yee fucking Ha!