SO WHAT HAPPENED WAS
It was a crew of four, regular young paperchasers. Agreed we had to grow to brickslayers. The rest kind of wrote itself in it’s own destructive way.
Life sort of happens that way sometimes, eager to build a name that no one would ever really know. People would just recognize a word and it’s style. You’d never know anything about us, but across any city they’d know it was us.
The original artist used his own drawings & AI to recreate the memories with a certain level of accuracy, as these alleged occurrences were ~2006.
A number of undisclosed spots were hit in the span of about 3 weeks. Started small of course, with stop sign stickers, electrical box paint marker throwies. The initiation phase of “oh I’m all over now.”
There’s a tipping point though. Once an artist realizes that the small scale post its, bathroom stalls, and parking signs don’t cut it. Theres a desire to go big.
Construction sites, schools, restaurants. The works. Anything that had an opening large enough.
Naturally, had to kick off one of the most traditional throwie spots. The unmarked white van. Now, it’s got an owner.
The original artist used his own drawings & AI to recreate the memories with a certain level of accuracy, as these alleged occurrences were ~2006.
After hitting all the small spots, getting comfortable moving through the night. Collectively, we knew we were a crew. Dominating areas across the town. Marking our territory.
We had to unite as brickslayer’s to codify concretely, that when you see our names its part of something bigger. Untraceable and faceless while moving through the deep night. It was GWK.
Ghost Writing Krew