03-04-12, 08:43 AM
Once you've got an outline you're happy with, take a light colour like a beige or a yellow and put your first outline on the wall.
Stand way back.
Take a different but still light colour and go over the bits that are right and change the bits that aren't.
Then paint the background.
Then do the fill.
Then do the cloud and the 3D.
Finally, bang on the outline and the highlights.
Job done.
Take a bunch of photos then head to the pub for a few richly deserved cold ones and a slice of the pink action seeing as you are now officially a "writer".
Wake up the next morning basking in your newly discovered tone of awesomeness and start planning evening bombing raids on the nearest city to get "up".
Carry on for 10 years or more until you are dubbed a "King" by other writers in your city.
Things could go two ways at this point.
You could carry on as you are while bearing in mind that you aren't getting any younger and they'll probably throw the book at you if you get arrested so you better be more and more careful when you go painting in future.
Or, while trying to give yourself a blow job, because you are so awesome you just kind of have to!, you decide to start painting pretentious bullshit abstract art with dripping/thrown/scrapped paint whilst the company you keep increasingly includes people who own plimsolls/facial hair/fixie bikes.
Stop attending beer fuelled parties in favour of picnics with tea and cake racks where the conversations range from French arthouse cinema to classic 80's New Romantic bands.
At some point, shortly after this, someone with more money than sense will buy one of your "works" for several hundred, maybe even thousand dollars.
From this moment on you will refer to yourself in the third person and openly attest to how great "his" work is.
At this point, if you ever reach it, for the good of graffiti, please, jump in front of a land train.
Noice!
Stand way back.
Take a different but still light colour and go over the bits that are right and change the bits that aren't.
Then paint the background.
Then do the fill.
Then do the cloud and the 3D.
Finally, bang on the outline and the highlights.
Job done.
Take a bunch of photos then head to the pub for a few richly deserved cold ones and a slice of the pink action seeing as you are now officially a "writer".
Wake up the next morning basking in your newly discovered tone of awesomeness and start planning evening bombing raids on the nearest city to get "up".
Carry on for 10 years or more until you are dubbed a "King" by other writers in your city.
Things could go two ways at this point.
You could carry on as you are while bearing in mind that you aren't getting any younger and they'll probably throw the book at you if you get arrested so you better be more and more careful when you go painting in future.
Or, while trying to give yourself a blow job, because you are so awesome you just kind of have to!, you decide to start painting pretentious bullshit abstract art with dripping/thrown/scrapped paint whilst the company you keep increasingly includes people who own plimsolls/facial hair/fixie bikes.
Stop attending beer fuelled parties in favour of picnics with tea and cake racks where the conversations range from French arthouse cinema to classic 80's New Romantic bands.
At some point, shortly after this, someone with more money than sense will buy one of your "works" for several hundred, maybe even thousand dollars.
From this moment on you will refer to yourself in the third person and openly attest to how great "his" work is.
At this point, if you ever reach it, for the good of graffiti, please, jump in front of a land train.
Noice!