This world is but a canvas to our imagination…
In 2009 I moved to Los Angeles in hopes of pursuing a writing career in the entertainment industry. Like so many, it was a very tough journey, but this isn’t about my time spent in entertainment. That has fucking nothing to do with this story, other than the fact that it was the catalyst for my obsession. Therapeutic communication through Street Art.
For the first time in my life, I was immersed into a world of color. Messages. Opinions. Mainly positive, which was a harsh juxtaposition to the overwhelming amount of negativity or rejection found in LA.
That’s Graffiti. Street Art. Whatever you want to call it. At it’s core, it’s about positivity.
It spoke to me. It was one of those times in life, when you’re looking for inspiration, and the universe is kind enough to enlighten you. Everywhere I looked — another message from the art gods!
Well, I listened. I found myself constantly roaming the streets. But differently than all the others buzzing around LA. Instead of my face buried in my phone, I was searching, looking for the next piece I could capture for my collection. I had started a never ending game of hide and seek, and I had no idea. The artists of the city vs. myself. Game on.
Why I’m saying this? Simple. Life isn’t easy. Not meant to be. Shit is going to get fucked up. So, when you are ever feeling down, and you will, do yourself a favor and find your game of hide and seek.
The universe is waiting, all you have to do is ask.
More importantly, be prepared to listen.
Now, go check out some street art!