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The Evolution of a Graffiti Artist

by Stephan Ackermann

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I’m Stephan.  I’m a 20-year-old graffiti artist from Germany. I am a bit too young to know much about Hip Hop history in Germany, but I know that as in America, Hip Hop culture is very old in Germany and so is the graffiti scene.  Superficially, Hip Hop may appear to be about XXL clothes, violence and drug-glorifying music. However, if one goes deeper, it is probably the most creative youth culture that ever existed. I myself have always been interested in visual arts and part of the Hip Hop culture, so it was inevitable that I would resort to the spray can one day.

The real trigger was probably a friend’s computer game. It was about a sprayer in a utopian city ruled by a strict regime.  The idea of sneaking through the night like ninjas with a couple of friends, having every thing planned like a bank robbery and finally producing art, a message for the cold, grey environment, fascinated us. A short time later we made this dream came true.
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The Alternative London Tour

by Erin Campbell

The Alternative London TourOne of the many graffiti walls found in London’s East End

I took the Alternative London Tour on a brilliantly sunny day (a London miracle) leading up to the 2012 Summer Olympics. Signs of the games were everywhere from freshly whitewashed walls covering up graffiti to posters proclaiming the East End the Curry Capital of the games.

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MIX at Five Sixty

Tonight Satellite Gallery became part of a building-wide art party at Five Sixty. The two floor space was transformed into a maze of contemporary art, and every room (plus the alley, where Scott Sueme and a friend were spray-painting) was filled with exhibitions from artists working with diverse themes and wildly different work. From Gordon Payne’s “cubo-futurist-surrealist” paintings to florist and up-and-coming artist Thomas Hobbs’ digitally manipulated, found paint-by-number figures, MIX really had something for everyone. On the ground floor a man approached me and asked where the gallery was. For once I had nothing to say except, “Uh, everywhere!”

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