3 generations of Love Is Telepathic
Street Art Presents
For 3 years now I have been leaving massive paintings on wood out in the streets for people to experience and interact with. In the first year I learned that people were going to take them. In the second, I started making them bigger, harder to take. Not because I didn’t want people to take them; I just wanted people who really wanted them, to take them. Nowadays the smallest panel weighs no less than 100 pounds, usually measuring 8 - 16 ft wide. For the first 2 years it was almost impossible for anyone who owned a panel to find out who the creator was. But somehow I’ve managed to meet almost every single person who owns a panel, completely unintentionally. Always through extreme coincidence. A friend of a friend at a wedding in brooklyn. A stranger at a party with a lead on an owner. The guy getting tacos next to me at La Esquina. It’s the most incredible experience, tracking down and visiting the home or the office of someone who owns a panel you said goodbye to years ago. What made you carry this? How were you able to do it? I love your anecdotes. Among the best are stories of people carrying a panel (on foot, with a group of others) blocks or neighborhoods away, only to leave it somewhere else, for someone else to carry off, to take, to experience…in one case leaving a panel on the steps of the infamous 190 Bowery, a shrine-like offering. These instances hold the highest place in my heart. A disconnected ritual amongst strangers. You picked it up. You carried it in the heat. You left it for others. You made it sacred to you, as I did for myself. More photos of panels and moments here.