Calligraphy, to me, in its truest form, is a calling for a universal togetherness, the same as, say deep music.
In its timed emptinesses and gaps, calligraphy asks us to listen with our eyes to the spirit who’s behind the strokes.
I’m mixing together styles and ideas as a producer of hip-hop selects which samples to use for a beat, irrespective of genre or Herkunft, poetry or Graffiti, truth or confessional shame, Basquiat or bastard art.
I suppose I wish to destroy more than explain, to advertise my brokenness instead of feigning a solution. Can I make something that’s formidable-looking and not have it be called graffiti or macho? Can I combine whatever I want on a surface, and, more importantly, do you hear it all? The lines that I write are stories that beg for your stories. Like music does.