...reasons to go to politics.
A little story starring me.
Wendsday 27 Jan, waking up in morning had an extreme need to paint.
Not a problem, plenty of paint, adequate number of caps, etc.
Opened a folder with a million portraits, chose a couple.
Printed, packed, made a couple of calls.
Arrived in downtown, met my mate.
Bought a few more cans and moved to a spot.
The spot is 20 minutes on bus from downtown and really famous, lots of peaces are done there weekly. I myself have painted there two times in a row.
I like that place, awesome view, quite, enought space, nice surface and most of all my girlfriend live in 10 minutes walk from there.
Started painting? some dudes are walking back in forth, no problem.
In two hours time I incidently felt on a pice of glass.
Sea of blood as expected, oh well ship happens, everyone knows that.
One my uncle told me a phraze: Trouble never comes alone.
And so it goes, I sat down to clean my wound and when I rised I saw two man.
One introduced himself as worker of City Council.
He came and joy left.
He briefly explained that we are braking the law painting here and that police is on the way.
Solid guy, I couldnt talk him over. I am standing bleeding and listening to him.
It turns out to be theirs property and blah blah blah.
Packed, He took photos of me pointing at my work, "evidence" he said.
Police came some time later, and took my details.
They talk to council gay for a bit and than confiscated cans.
They let me free, which I didnt expect to happen.
Police left with two boys who was tagging along the wall, leaving me and other boy without can and unfinished murals.
The council guy said that we were lucky not to be taken, he said that he respect our movement towards "proper" art, but thew way we express ourselfs is unacceptable.
I've talked to him for a long time, he gave me his business card and phone number, saing that if I want to "contribute something to city" I shall call him, the same thing if I want to pain somewhere.
Its cool to have his number, but I dont feel like "collaboration" at this stage.
So here I was, standing in the middle of the road, with bleeding through bandage on my wrist, with empty bag and unsatisfied passion to paint. Moreover, that was one of the very few spots were I COULD paint save and sound.
I lost a few dozen of cans.
I gain some experience.
My hand is getting better by the way.