A Graffiti Artist's Journey

It all started, when my mom died. At that time I was just 15 years old.

When she died, my dad became so sad that he couldn’t work. He lost his job just a couple off weeks after my mom died. When he lost his job, he started drinking, he always hang out at the local bar.

I was the oldest kid in the house, so I had to take care off my two little sisters, all by my self. My sisters were too young to work. I was the only one who could make money, to the tree of us. At home I was also in charge of buying grocery, cooking and cleaning.

With all that responsibility, I couldn’t keep up in school, but at that time I didn’t think about school. All that mattered was making money, and taking care off my little sisters.

One day, some years after my mom died, the police knocked on my door and told me, that my dad was arrested for drunk driving. I was very sad, because I knew that the social authorities would sell our house and give us away to a foster home.

I lived for some years at the foster home, but as soon as I could, I got my own place. It was a little apartment in the big city. I started working again and just living my own life, but in the evenings I became very alone. So I wanted to do something with my life, something remarkable, so I started painting graffiti, just for fun.