What's Nekst?

In light of all the impassioned art havoc going on this week in ATL, I'm compelled to think back to the 190 building & King Nekst. Graff & street artists across the nation have thrown up tributes in his honor. I was lucky to stumble upon an original in the Bowery this summer. 

10.19.14 Solitary

 

 

 

 

 

 

I rode backwards on a train all the way to New York City. I was alone but not lonely.

Looking back on these photos, I'm realizing almost all relate in some manner to transportation & infrastructure. I guess you could say I'm slightly obsessed. I like to move. My brain grows stale when my situation becomes comfortable, when my surroundings become static. Never have I felt more alive than my first solitary trip to New York City 4 years ago. I saved up all my money, bought an Amtrak ticket, & rode the train 18 hours from Atlanta. I stayed in the tiniest of tiny hotel rooms & endlessly explored the uncharted territory. I was rather upset in my follow-up trips not to feel that high again. I love it there more than anywhere else, but it was never the same as that first trip. I'm sadly realizing now that it wasn't the city itself that was so enchanting, but rather, the newness of it all.

10.14.14 Sick Boys Club

I recently explored an abandoned youth detention center. There was leftover angst in the air. The fate of the place is payback, I suppose. Part of me hopes that the former inmates are the ones now riding dirt bikes through the halls & tagging up the walls.

10.10.14 The Calling Bottle

 

10.05.14 Dead Set

10.01.14 Throw Up

Seeing this warehouse from the street, you would never guess inside was a taggers paradise. I relished in all the art this place had collected. From the "gold shit" spray painted above the toilets to the four man jobs & striking verse, it was a gallery in its own.