These Madmen posters have been making quite the buzz around town. As their popularity grew, it became apparent that my chance to return to my Clinton Hill, Pratt kid tagging roots just wasn’t going to come. I started carrying a sharpie and loitering in corners.
Since good things come to girls who wait, they pasted one up at Carroll Street yesterday. Poised at the ready last night, I realized, “Who am I to steal this moment?” In the dark deserted station,
restless in anticipation, I turned introspective….
I snake charmed an Italian man in to standing guard at my canvas. Some dollars and a run through CVS later, I found myself back downstairs, where I velcro’d a washable Crayola and some baby wipes to a wall with my twitter handle.
Here are my favorites thus far, because I am not Don Draper, but maybe you are ;). I’m a children’s book writer and a K-3 animator, and I believe everybody gets a turn….well I guess that’s Don’s philosophy too, in a sense.
I don’t know if you can make this out, but they’ve labeled that cow and pig. Genius.
Poems on an underground wall.