When I was thirteen, my mother and I went to Berlin and saw the newly-opened Berlin Wall. There were murals and graffiti bits on the Wall, and the art had won. I ran around and filled my backpack up with bits of Wall that had graffiti on them. When I got home, I tried to figure out how to do something comparable, and eventually, someone explained the graffiti thing to me. In the years since, I've strayed from traditional graffiti a good ways, but it's still home, in a sense. Of late, I haven't done much out there in the street, but I did manage to paint in a good number of the world's cities before I started slacking. See a small selection of my favorites below.
