Monday, October 6, 2008
I am not a criminal anymore, successfully going into stupid amounts of debt with numerous people, but paying off my diversion in the meantime.
So here i am.
Typing away at a computer, it seems like i post once every month, only when i have something to write about, each post seems like my last, its curious.
I have little willpower and usually i forget about silly little things like blog entries after about one or two posts. but it seems like its a bit of a release.
Councilors are stupid, after finally admitting that i was weak, folding in and buckling under the pressures of life most people just deal with i went to see one. My advice, dont talk to the bastards, they're nice, but only in a client service kind of way, like hey, if im nice enough to him hell feel guilty in turning down another session.
Fuckit, after about 15 minutes of listening to her drool on about shit, that is instintly known i nearly walked out. Fucksake, only stupid people would ever get help out of that shit.
Ive developed alot since the last session i had with her though, i think i am more independent knowing...
nobody can help me.
Anyway, my life is kinda straightening out, all i need to do untill the end of the year is read a few books for a reading log and go to art school, even though i object to art being taught, as it is a creative emotional thing not a given, i think i am there for the sole purpose of feeding of the inspiration of others, being immersed in art full time seems like bliss... I hope so.
Ill add to this later.
Or mabye not.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Anyway, sorted my court shit, im in the clear now i can sit back and watch shit comfortably.
Getting back into the graff game, but it seems like another wave of personal shit has hit me.
Im kinda sick of these silly little cliques dunedin has in the graff scene.
In my first post, i was drooling on about how much of a god peeper is.
Meh, were all human, but i this guy seems to go from full trust to loathing you in a matter of days. I guess one of the other members in our old chosen walk/ or DAt has decided to not like me infront of peeper.
Kinda pissed he would blame me for getting seabed arrested, which he didnt anyway.
I trust seabed, i dunno why but he seems like a good guy. So if he said anything it wasnt negative, but im thinking there might have been a problem somewhere in the story.
Specter. tsk tsk, i dunno.
I suppose i trust him.
Hey fuck i dont care.
I got a tattoo at VI. A 925 design, the bird in the other shop.
And i saw the fucking magician in the shop right after i got it done.
That cunt is a fucking pussy, i walked right into the fucking shop, under his nose and he said nothing to me. He cant possibly be scared.
Of widdle me?
But ive fucked him off for sure.
Peeper told me in a couple of angry texts GZR was after me.
Wow im fucking terrified, theyre gunna be killing a dead name, which they arent anyway, ive seen two crossed tags between town and the place where that maniac works. Im fucking terrified, what now you and sickso are gunna walk mornington, south dee, north dee, cbd, park and leith.
The whole fucking crew, i wouldnt be suprised if peeper is rolling with them now.
Thats him outta DAt, yeah youll get lotsa illegals, and youll be in a decent illegal crew, but thats stabbing the rest of us.
He better not make any dumb moves.
I met Ford Randell.
I dont care for any stabbers.
Read this, actually dont forget it.
Im sorry to offend Peeper. But i know you dont go on the net.
Im going back to illegals.
So yeah. Im angry.
So fuck you.
Kindest regards, Your friend Zookeep.
Formerly the oner.
Now the twoer.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
So whatever, i got arrested for the first time a few days ago.
Willful damage and breach of liquor ban.
I ended up getting diversion and ill probably get something silly like a 200 dollar fine.
Im not sure if i see graffiti as a reason to go to jail yet, that could change though, but at the moment im gonna lay low for a wee while, until i can get the confidence back to go painting.
Nothing is going to stop me painting. not anytime soon. But i might focus on stickers etc at the moment, and see where that takes me.
I want a cigarette, or ten.
i might post sometime later.
Until then. Fuck you
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Its kinda fulfulling to write something down once in a while.
Its terrible, im not going to school to go to art galleries and libraries, and i think this is because i feel id rather be in control of what i learn, instead of sitting in a classroom for six hours a day listening to some old fuck, rabbit on about a subject i dont care for.
I think i need to be in the mood to do anything half decent, in the right atmosphere.
All of my lastest sketches are fucking crazy characters, or just patterns. This might not be a bad thing though, as whenever i sketch its all usually letters, with outlines only, and whenever i go to paint one i never have a fill. The patterns and characters i am drawing at the moment could solve this problem.
Im keeping a low porfile at the moment, staying off the streets and meditating in my room, turning out some decent canvasses, at the same time trying to figure out what i would do in the even of me being caught.
I heard of a case in Hamilton where a kid got caught on four offences, and got a $1500 fine, some community service and 28 days in jail.
Fine and community service is fair enough, but getting 28 days in jail too.
Wife beaters and drunk drivers don get that fucking much time in the cells. What the hell does graffiti do in essence though. Some fuckwit goes and paints his name on your shop, you wake up in the morning and have to fucking clean it up, this costing your money, and time...
Id be fucking pissed offf, and the least id want would be a written apoilogy, and the cunt to get fined and clean his shit up.
But a wife beater, smacks his bitch one night after hitting the drink, knocks her out, and when she comes to, has to run from the son of a bitch all the way to the police station to find refuge, scared for her life, and he only gets two weeks in the cells.
Thatd be a negative life changing experience for her, and itd stick with her for the rest of her life.
Why do people now look upon graffiti as this serious criminal activity, when really youre just writing your name on peoples shit, all in the name of this egotistical, international game.
A judge has jailed a graffiti vandal for 28 days and warned others in Hawke’s Bay they can expect the same from now on.
Orchard worker Ford Randell, 18, appeared before Judge Tony Adeane in Hastings District Court for sentencing on four charges of intentional damage yesterday.
Randell had been in custody on the charges for five days, and his lawyer Roger Phillip asked for a sentence of community work.
He said Randell was remorseful and had described his own tagging of three buildings and a concrete pillar in Hastings as “stupid and pathetic”.
The offending took place between January 1 and when Randell was arrested on March 16.
The judge said taggers were giving Hastings the appearance of a North American slum and rejected suggestions that graffiti was art or culture. “If it’s art, why aren’t the artists out doing it in broad daylight?” he said. “It is covert, criminal behaviour.”
He said the sentence was “a signal to you and your friends that the penalty for graffiti in Hawke’s Bay will be imprisonment until such time as there is some sign this self-indulgent egocentric behaviour is abating”.
Before sentencing Randell the judge asked if anyone in court had anything to say. Randell’s father, Peter stood up, apologising for speaking out: “I don’t think he deserves to be in jail. He did the offences, I appreciate that.”
The judge replied: “I’m afraid we’ve come to the end of the line.”
He said: “He is a tagger and he has chosen to assert himself or make his statement by going around wilfully damaging other people’s property.”
Randell was also ordered to pay $1092.45 in reparation.
Last November Judge Adeane sent Napier tagger Randall Grey, 19, to prison for two nights after he pleaded guilty to causing $2042 damage to Taradale properties.
“I know what the judge was trying to do and I respect that. But what he’s done is not good for anyone. Five days in prison is fair enough. Let him see what it’s like. But 28 days? People who hit their wives get less than that, drink-drivers get less than that.”
He said graffiti was a way young people could try to be noticed. “Many come from broken families, and most of those families used to work at the Tomoana and Whakatu [freezing] works that were doing well until the works closed.”
He said his son, who worked at Watties, was a kind boy who was good at sports and art. He thought he had moved on from tagging.
“The first I knew is when I got a text from him last week telling me he was going to prison. He’d been too ashamed to tell us he’d even been caught,” Mr Randell said.
He said he had encouraged him to paint on canvas and hoped he could get on an art course.
Wanganui Mayor Michael Laws’ offer of $500 for information after vandals tagged the city’s library has led to a phone calls naming the alleged taggers. The Alexander Heritage and Research Library was hit at the weekend.Fuck that.
I need a cigarette, and a coffee, and a 2b pencil.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
I just got pealed out by an asian lady. I could see the bone in my knee. Had to walk back down and get my cd that went flying and click my own knee into place.
Im not ashamed to say the pain was almost enough to bring tears.
Today was the last day i skate hills. No more ive been carved up enough now.
Three years of bombing comes to a bloody end and i could have been sandwiched between another and my go that would have been messy.
I missed these texts, having my afternoon siesta, after having one of the most epic nights of my life, for several reasons.
Shisha, cigarettes, dancing, drinking and a beautiful lingere model.
That sums up my night. Fucking awesome.
So my artistic inspiration is starting to become more sparce, even though there is so much happening at the moment for me, all i am drawing at the moment is single bubble letters, characters with long necks and cigarettes. I shouldnt smoke, but hell, i kinda look at what it has done to members of my family. My grandad has been smoking for near on 50 years, no smoking related illness at all. I think i might just go on a few short smoking hiatusses, just to prove im not addicted. A weeks break would be good for me anyway.
So anyway ive got a fine from last week, in wanaka, for not wearing a bike helmet. The arrogant pig who fined me decided he was going to fine me because he cared, he didnt want to see me squished on the road. Bullshit, he was just trying to fill his fucking quota, seeing my brains spilled on the road would be an awesome work story, and a little less crime on the streets of dunedin.
Im kinda focussing on the more street art aspect of graff in my canvasses at the moment, tending away from letter form and function, more on characters, drippy ink and tags, then stuff stuck on the top, like ripped up sketches ans hello my name stickers. Fuck illegal stickers, they fade, peel and the colour runs out of them. I put up a whole tonne before i left and im pretty sure the magician tore some of them off, the rest fell off or faded beyond recognition. Its bullshit. Im thinkinng of doing a little more sometime soon, placing them in obscure places and covering them with a few layers of varnish. Mabye also make a few wheatpastes, Find a few hidden alleys and do big paste ups. Thatd be cool.
Im going back to the sketch books. Magician still hasnt replied to my hhnz post, just been rained upon by stupid cats, "Hu Da fUck iz Dis ZookEEpa NigGah?", Yeeh, whatevs, the need to use their noggins, do a little research, go to school perhaps.