Graffiti Part II - This Stonky Crew

After our inspiring street art and graffiti tour with our fellow homeschool friends from Rebel Traveler, it was time to try our hand with the spray can. We were led upstairs and through a corridor of smaller studios, the smell of aerosol wafting through the hall. We entered a small studio floor to ceiling graffiti tags where met with graffiti artist, Leaf.

Leaf showed us the basics of how an aerosol spray can works, how the nozzles are interchangeable, and learned why aerosol cans now come with the annoying gigantic plastic caps that only open with a screw driver. Then we choose from the wall full of spray paint cans in every color imaginable and got to work.

Eager hands patiently wait for their turn to create their own graffiti creations.

Leaf shows us the basics of spray painting.

Can a share a pet peeve of mine? When people attribute success, whether mine, theirs, or anyone else’s, to that grossly overused and overrated “T” word: talent. Do I think people have predisposed inclinations to certain affinities? Sure. But none of that means squat without YEARS of practice and mistakes. I hear the “T” word thrown around a lot in the art world—as if all one needs is a paint brush and some “talent” and a masterpiece will magically appear on the canvas. To think Michaelagelo knew what the heck he was doing the very first time he picked up a chisel and hammer is just plain naive. Regardless of talent, you can bet his sculpture of David was birthed from hundreds of cuts, bruises, callouses, jammed fingers, and lost fingernails.

The girls test out their spray painting skills on a blank canvas.

Our spray painting skills were no different. Little hands and spray can nozzles make for tired fingers, misdirected sprays, and drippy paint jobs, But man, what a blast it was to be free to draw on the wall! As a child who grew up drawing on the walls and furniture (much to my parents dismay), I found the graffiti making process quite liberating; fulfilling an innate primordial desire to make my mark.

Leaf shared some feathering techniques to create a gradient in our design. We tested and play with different light weights and effects with the spray can. Mastering a skill takes persistence, intense practice, and a whole lot of time—10,000 hours to be exact, according to Malcom Gladwell. I think we did pretty well for our first 90 minutes.

The girls feather in their orange paint to create a gradient with the pink paint above.

Since we were newbie taggers, we left the intricate line work to the professionals.

Normally the prospects of sharing creative decision of one canvas between 4 tweens would be a logistical nightmare. But to our surprise, the girls quickly brainstormed and decided to create a piece named after their messenger group chat, Stonky.

I asked my girls how they came up with the name Stonky. Evidently inspired by their father’s affinity for fart humor, stonky comes from the word “stinky” with an emphatic “honk”. Stonky is about being adventurous, and bold, it means not being afraid to get dirty in the process. Being stonky means owning all the parts of you that make you unique even the weird and uncomfortable parts. In this these uncertain times, these sentiments give me hope for the future of our girls. “Anyone can be in the Stonky crew,” says Viola, “but only you can decide for yourself if you’re brave enough to be stonky.”

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Graffiti Part I - Lessons in Life Through Art

I imagine if I were an accountant, my priorities as a parent would look fairly different. Maybe my dining room would be meticulous and clutter free with plenty of room to navigate around all the furniture; not bombarded with art carts spilling out with makers and colored pencils in every Prismacolor hue imaginable. Perhaps there would be 1 or 2 high scoring math tests neatly displayed at eye level on the refrigerator instead of multiple laundry lines of sketches, drawings, and collages haphazardly hung on every available wall space.

But the fact is, I am not an accountant. I am an artist. So art has a big presence in our family. Art can be found on every square inch of wall space in our home, in the piles of filled sketchbooks and journals. It’s scrawled on all the margins and boarders of the girls math workbooks. It takes over all the shelves and counters in the form of sculptures made of every recyclable material. And while balancing a checkbook and money management is an essential life skill (especially for artists!), I will say I am a parent that says yes to ALL the art!

It was a no brainer when fellow homeschool mom and artist Stacey from Rebel Traveler approached me about taking our girls for a graffiti street art adventure in NYC.

What do you get when 2 photog moms take their artist kids to see art and create art? A LOT of photos!

I am always looking for opportunities to learn from people who are masters in their field—artists, engineers, writers, anyone who’s a big time nerd about their passion. You often don’t have to look very far, or for extra letters at the end of a name, to find them in your community. These people speak simply so that even young children can understand the most complex concepts, while evoking curiosity and wonder from the most aged dreamers.

Audrey explains the characteristics of the Brazilian style graffiti behind her.

With Audrey, our guide from Graff Tours, the streets of Bushwick, Brooklyn turned into an exquisite living galleries. A veteran homeschool mom herself, Audrey was a wealth of knowledge of all things art history and had a way of engaging audiences young and old. We learned about the history of the neighborhood, of it’s people, it’s buildings, and what they are today. Viola got a kick out of standing outside the factory building of Twin Marquis, the supplier of all the noodles for all the Panda Expresses in the US.

The appeal of making ones mark on something considered off limits seems almost an innate part of humanity. Graffiti has been around for millennia, from early cave drawings, to etched vandalism protesting authority figures in ancient Egypt and Greece. I remember numerous times as a child drawing on the walls knowing full well I was balking my parents authority. While the modern day graffiti we know of today finds it’s roots from hip hop culture, its message at its core has remained the same. “I am here.”

Today it just comes in forms of pigeon kings and vibrant propagating leaves.

Audrey showed us the difference between tags, throw-ups, fills, and burners—about the respect and understood hierarchy between artists of how work is only build up and added to a wall in that order, never backwards. It can take years of practice with a spray paint can, whether in art school or on a highway overpass, to create a unique and identifiable burner. We learned that unless you have written permission by the property owner, all graffiti is illegal in NYC and punishable by jail, fine, or community service, and often arbitrarily doled out based on ones walk of life. She pointed out works by wheat-paste graffiti artists and we discovered how one small repeatable graphic can start a movement to create social change.

The girls walk past several burners along Meserole St.

The boundary between art and vandalism is a not so easily defined, especially in the street art world. Perhaps that boundary is only an illusion made up from our own social constructs. Who decides what is art? Who does the art belong to? What makes art “good” or “bad” and for that matter is there such a thing? A blank wall is just a wall, but the relationship between artist, building owner, and public perception is complex—something that artists and authoritarians (and the public) have duking out for centuries. Don’t believe me? Go read The Agony and the Ecstasy. What a love about modern day graffiti and street art is seeing this battle play out in real time in neighborhoods, the constant fight for a blank canvas, of who owns what, the subversive acts permission and submission, real or perceived, the never ending power struggle of who has more influence over the final product.

As an artist myself, I have the upmost respect for those graffiti artists not only daring to create work, but to risk arrest to practice and hone their skills takes a whole other level of dedication. While I am not one to condone defacing property, especially nature, I can certainly appreciate the fact that if you do something enough you’re bound to get good at it. At some point your illegal vandalism becomes “good enough", accepted, sometimes even commissioned into street art by a patron. The question is, are you tenacious enough to do it?

Want to see what the girls created from their hands on graffiti workshop? Check out their spray painting skills in part 2 of this graffiti blog post.