Its hard to know where to start....graffiti in 1986 is a good point to start..... My dad took to me to drop in centres in the early eighties around Kings Cross, that introduced me to the colourful world of graffiti. Because my dad was schitzophrenic he had a place in the world of the unwanted, with the outcasts of society that were labelled and put in the background of society. I was a part of that world and became a part of it after my initial introduction. To enter the world of the outsider, to be effected by schitsophrenia as I'am wasn't something I thought I would be a part of. My initial impressions of Kings Cross were innocent, there was the drop in centre where you could play ping pong, get a free meal and kick back. There were lanes littered with tags and a train line decorated with art. Graffiti was a mystery, a dark shadow that lay in dark places to most people but for me it was an art. A part of the street, a part of me. Doing graffiti was a natural thing to do for me. All of that time wondering the streets with my derelict father taught me the art of walking places, walking for miles and miles everywhere, all city.
It was not until I was twelve that I really started hanging in the Cross by myself without my father. My mother found it hard to control me and I became more involved with graffiti, by the time I was thirteen I was hanging with some of the largest and most notorious Sydney street crews. Partners in Crime, Rock Stars Live, Park Side Killers. I am an artist of the streets of Sydney. I don't make pretty little pieces that are chocolate box graff, my pieces are real and they are informed.