It is a dream come true!
When I started the seventh grade in 1982 there was this guy with the most beautiful handwriting I’ve had ever seen. Since then I began copying his letter style thoroughly, especially the M which I did incorporate to my signature for many years.
I remember feeling emotional as he told me stories and how I almost lived within the tremendous adventures by just imagining.
It was not that I was in love with the guy or anything, I liked him as a friend, admired his freedom. If I happened to spot and recognise his tags painted somewhere, I had that silly smile because it was a big secret that I knew about.
And so it was born the yearning for graffiti in me: I wanted to express myself artistically on huge screens… outdoors. I could imagine myself walking at dawn and creating my style, running with the boys, climbing walls …. Painting art in public, conquering facades! I felt I had more than a dream!
Until one day we heard at school that my pal and other guys were caught “bombing” the wrong wall. Retaliation scares me to this day: The boys went home with faces, hair and teeth covered by toxic paint. The dream was over to me.
It’s funny I do not remember his last name, only the first name and the tag “Soro”. I do not know if my colleague is still alive, married, still living in Brazil or if he has ten children.
Did he continue with his art and today happen to be a close friend of Banksy?
I know that I did think about him a lot this last weekend. I left my husband and children at home and went for my adventure. It was a magical moment. The first time after all those years when I could feel the pleasure of holding several bottles of spray paint and a big wall as my canvas…