Recently, I discovered a local ‘Urban Art Supplier’, a phrase I had never actually contemplated. How very closed minded of me. Yet, it is true. The establishment, with a secure entrance (they have to buzz you in), feels like a dungeon, but of the delightful kind if it’s possible. Every wall is floor to ceiling colours of spray paint, in brands I have largely never seen before, and colours of many different shades. It’s not just pink – oh no – it’s baby pink, light pink, dark pink, fluoro pink, pearlescent pink, metallic pink, plus those options in every other colour too. I do love that about art stores in general.
In addition, there were paint pens/textas in many colours and thicknesses. Some really thick, diabolically thick actually, ink pens. I had often seen tagging around and wondered what they’d used. I then discovered a new tool. A mop.