From One Stunt to Another

In the spirit of … well… dissent, I thought that maybe there is nothing wrong with hanging my work in luxurious hotels. It’s almost like the street artist in me from way back just saw a beautiful wall and I needed to put my name on it.
I guess I’m writing this just so I get to read this in the future, but sitting in the lobby, escaping some version of security, sipping an Americans feels like a scene from the last 5 minutes of Oceans Eleven.

Here’s to maximizing space.

Oh! And p.s. today is the first Monday of my life where I am a full time artist. I guess that deserves its own post though.