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Nico Hend Creative | Meeting of Styles Graffiti Festival: San Francisco 2015

21 Oct 2015 · 4 min

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In this spoken‑word segment from the 2015 Meeting of Styles Graffiti Festival, two voices articulate the philosophy, techniques, and cultural impact of graffiti. Speaker A explains the practice of "bombing"—writing names on subway trains so that an artist’s tag travels across the city, turning the train into a moving canvas. Speaker B expands the vision to massive, coast‑to‑coast murals, describing the monumental scale, the spontaneous use of color, and the mental blueprint that guides each piece. The dialogue frames graffiti as a revitalizing force that awakens dead walls, serves as a psychological dialogue with the public, and insists on a shared urgency of time between creator and audience. Throughout, the speakers blend descriptive detail with poetic enthusiasm, positioning graffiti as both personal expression and communal art that challenges conventional notions of space and truth.

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That's what they do. They write their names, among other things, everywhere. Names they've been given or have chosen for themselves. Most of all, they write in and on subway trains, which carry their names from one end of the city to the other. It's called bombing.
Formless. When we perform this, peacemaking styles are enormous. They're gigantic. My wall, Pacific all the way to the Atlantic. Timeless. From pole to pole. And we keep on moving. From soul to soul. Shake up so the contents can break up. Face value fixer. Here is the makeup. Space dust is my elixir. Blueprints written on the back of my hand. By my command, colors are splashing. Pivotal points passing by far sides, near sides studying on slides, manipulate the confines. I am a creator, soon all will realize. Realize. Greens and blues, browns and reds, when we spit life, blank walls are dead. Reviving, restoring, awakening the snoring. Step back, look forward, okay, it ain't boring. There's no ignoring the truth in the art, the needle to the heart of the matter. Blood splatters, my start is the end. Tell a friend. Tell a friend. Throw up your arms and bear witness. Witness, visualize the sickness. Psychological fitness. To understand, advancing to form and substance. Massaging the instant of expansion. It's a concrete fashion, wear it, explode it. Graffiti is art and you could quote it. Every time I shoot a style, yo, it keep your brain loaded. Hold it, shake it, then take it. Time is yours, what's mine is yours. Don't waste it.