so fresh the paint aint even dry 刚才画的油漆甚至没干

Posted in art, beijing, stencil with tags , on December 16, 2009 by the long hauler

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A Wall in Beijing

Posted in beijing, stencil with tags , on December 15, 2009 by the haulress

We found a wall.  Another wall in Beijing.  Somewhere in the north of the city. It is a free wall apparently, because we weren’t bothered. We copped existing tags, folding the Pacalolo stencil in here and there. The stencil was made from a photograph taken in Beijing. It was first sprayed on a wall in Portland, Maine, now the image returns to Beijing, sprayed here on this wall. We had fun.


Eh.

Posted in art, beijing, portland me, stencil on December 15, 2009 by the long hauler

when it was a baby it was a maggot.

Posted in art, portland me, stencil with tags on December 8, 2009 by the long hauler

There was a girl with a band. 有一个女孩的乐队.

Posted in art, beijing, portland me, stencil with tags , on December 4, 2009 by the long hauler

what if they see us lets go in the middle of the night  what

should we say we’re doing wait i don’t have a flashlight do you shit its kind of rainy

beginnings…

Posted in blather on December 3, 2009 by the haulress

hello hello hello hello hello hello hello hello hello hello hello hello

here we go here we go

this is gonna make it easier

sun’s gonna shine tomorrow

no shame in tryin’

ART 草场地 ART 草场地 ART 草场地 ART

Posted in art, beijing, painting with tags , , , , , on December 3, 2009 by the haulress

five walls. five walls. five walls five walls five walls like stonehenge.

we were lost, rolling through da shanzi neighborhood, the overly commercialized art district in beijing, trying to find the address, when the bullhorn in the backseat made its way into my hands.  i was timid at first, but grew comfortable quickly, using it to call out to people on the streets, waiting at a bus stop or bicycling along side the car.  i’d call out ridiculous things, banalities, egged on by the others in the car.

excuse me, do you know the time?  so sorry to trouble you, but we’re looking for the artists.  have you eaten yet? we seem to have lost our way.  do you know, where are the artists?  say, what about that obama guy? so where are the artists?  we’ve lost our way.