
This was about the best thing there:
These guys were painting. I don't think they really knew what they were doing. They didn't roll, they just threw straight up over the shit that was already there. I stopped and chatted to them, asking if they knew of better places to see really good stuff. They didn't know.
Thoroughly disappointed, I decided to push on. Next I'd try the Priesterweg Graffiti Hall of Fame. Priesterweg is kind of out in the sticks and it was a bit of a mission to find it.



It's somekind of old tram station in a park. And it wasn't really a Graffiti Hall of Fame - it was more like a Graffiti Graveyard. There was some new stuff there but it sort of looks like a place kids go to bomb and smoke cones. There was heaps better tracksides on the way to the spot. So I went home...I had heard of a tattoo shop, Tattoo Kreuzstich, close to where I'm staying. An artist named Adriaan works there. He's Mexican and specialises in tattoo art with a distinct Mexican day-of-the-dead type feel. It was on my way home, so I just popped in on the off chance he was available. He was. Suddenly the flu symptoms seem minor and the adrenalin starts pumping. I described what I wanted, and Adriaan drew me a sketch on the spot.
It too about 2 hours to complete. And it's beautiful. But it's wrapped in gladwrap right now so you'll have to wait until tomorrow see it!
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