The day just goes by when you just sit in your room and look out your window and think about how your next 'art' is gonna look like and what its meaning could be. Doesn't it?
I mean. You know... I could've actually gone outside today but it was to hot and my cans were either dryed up or empty.
But the day has yet to end and the full moon is blaring through balcony window, usually every dusk and sometimes even dawn I would just jump onto my roof and look for inspiration
But this night was different.
Very different indeed. Oh this is just great!! Im talking to myself. Soon I'll be in a freaking mental asylum..
Like I was saying. This night is different because im going to go and paint on probably the buildings or on alleyways.
If your wondering why I'm like this then
1. Don't fricken judge me
2. One word 'life'
3. I like art
There how's that for your liking?
Huh?!
I got dressed in-
-My black leather hightops
-My black Jack Wills jumper
-My black ankle socks
-My black nirvana t-shirt
-My black part leather skinny jeans
And I grabbed my natural strawberry blonde hair and I tied it up in a messy bun and grabbed my board and phone and rolled down the streets till I found a perfect place..
Which I haven't yet found one yet. I walked down an alley that was covered in my art except for one patch of two gray cemented walls..
I grabbed my red, green and black spray cans and....
