...missed moments to share.

Hello blogspot, its been a while. I traveled the distance equal to earthes circumference since the last time I wrote here.

Trip To Mother Land 2010

... places I wished to go, but never managed to.

I am back from my trip to Russia, I also spend a bit of time in China and Korea. An intense time.

Time... fascinating thing. so hard to control, so hard to make it work for you. Time never stops, perhaps people should learn such quality from time. To keep moving forward.

During that trip once again I realised one simple thing.

To value the time and never waste it.

To make the best of every day.

Last sentence sounds like a logical end of post, but i'll cary on.

The photographs below are the murals I've done at my homeland, not only in a city that I was born but in a few different locations. enjoy.

I've already painted here, exactly a year ago. There were a few reasons to paint it over. By far thats the largest mural I've done. I cannot say that this is my best piece, but I certainly like it. It took me five days under an intense sun to complete it. good people arond me made it bareable and enjoyable. Suprising support from locals.

There are so much to work on.

I've also played around with few styles that were in my head at the time.

I wouldn't say that it was a success but an interesting experement.

an outstanding piece, were the architecture is used to push the idea into 3rd dimention.

I was at Nakhodha at that time<>

The first moment I saw it - I knew excately what I gonna paint.

That mass of cement is ectually was used in a WW2 as a military fortification against Japanise navy. It used to house two Guns of enormous calibre. I presume that the shapes of gunholes were the one to inspire me. At first I thought of Tiki, but the design progresevly changed thru painting. It became Taniwha.

Havent painted any letters (or in my case numbers) for ages. Need to catch up.

My next destination was Partizansk, small city relatevly far from Vladivostok. We went there to see relatives. One evening I went out in search for ruins. That city is a purfect for study of post soviet envirolment. I felt like a tourist and I loved that feeling. Architecture. I was always interested in it, and now I am using graffiti expose it.

I spent quite a while there, having to wake up at 5 am.

My researches brought me to the local hospital and that little premise of theirs. spontanios shapes and faces have chased me throught the whole trip.

I was the first graffiti writer to hit this city, by the evening I was widely knowen.

Back at home town, I finally met Kashak. very tallanted writer from Yaroslavle that moved to Vladivostok. We went to paint at his favorite place and I loved it. endless opportunities.

This time, I had a sketch of few lines and drive to novelty. I finished it in 10 hours or so. Enjoed the process. I found that piece to be a base for further style search.

so thats it. time went quick. Good time, good people, good places.

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...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.