I’m a wannabe. A never-will-be.

Like the vast majority of people who have EVER strived to be a part of graffiti culture, like anyone who has ever tried to carve out a place, to earn a rep and make something out of their name- I wasn’t born in the right place or time to be a part of the first, great movement. Like the majority, I was too late and somewhere else.

We graffiti pilgrims still travel to our mecca, our holy city, but even if I went to NY now to bomb the city, it wouldn’t be like it was. It’s not like the pictures in Subway Art or the shots of Style Wars. That’s all history.

And yes, that doesn’t mean I can’t be a part of the resilient scene happening now in NY, to say nothing of the great, powerful scene happening right here and now in my hometown of Toronto.

But, to be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever really achieve either. I’ve realized that I don’t have the extraordinary level of dedication to the graff lifestyle- or the willingness to potentially sacrifice everything else in my life- that’s needed to be a king.

So I’m a wannabe. I’m not a writer. I don’t have enough style. I’m not a bomber, I don’t have enough ups. Yeah, I make a new work for every weekday, but that’s nothing compared to what a bomber might produce. They might do my monthly output in one night- easy. I’ll never go all city or have a throw up or tag on every other street, alley, or rooftop. And yeah, I’ve tagged -I still do- but I’m not even truly a tagger. Only police (or people from outside the culture) would ever really call me a tagger.

Don’t get it twisted, though. I’m no toy.

Just a wannabe.

These are a wannabe way for me to “get up” big in New York. To see a bit of my dream “realized”.

I’m calling these wannabe windows. Mirrors are a supposed to be a reflection of the soul, a window into the souls desires, no?

I really like them.

They are like a real-world, real-time photoshop you achieve by shifting your perception slightly.