$800 Fine for Penis Graffiti on Gay Home
Sadly, the headline to this story is much more entertaining than the facts. A man admitted to painting a florescent green penis on Gunns‘ chairman, John Gay’s property last year. The 21-year-old had been drinking with a friend (shocker) when the pair decided to buy some paint from Kmart in October. One painted the green penis on Gay’s fence while the other let off a smoke bomb on Gay’s doorstep. Disappointingly, the house was not gay, as I had initially thought by the headline.
Yesterday the painter pleaded guilty to one count of injuring property. His lawyer told the court his client’s actions constituted nothing more than “drunken tomfoolery” and that ”in the sober, cold light of day, (he) realized it was not very funny at all,” which I highly doubt since I’m not drunk but still had a good laugh… (PS. Picture shown here not actual graffiti from case, but so damn good I had to include…)
I’m all for random acts of Artness; especially when they create rubbernecking on major thoroughfares.
Last week police in Raleigh, NC arrested a student from Carolina State University for creating a “monster” along the highway using construction barrels.
The self proclaimed thrill seeker/graffiti artist said that when he’s not creating, he climbs a cable to the top of the Brooklyn Bridge in the middle of the night to hop freight trains, with nothing but an old Nikon and some climbing equipment. Apparently this isn’t his first traffic cone creation, either. He also made a giant lizard, which wouldn’t fit in the trunk of his car. The student went on to say that during the creation, people watched on as he worked and that no one tried to stop him, but rather seemed admire his work. Regardless, the youth was charged with larceny for having taken materials from a construction site for the piece.
The story reminded me of when I made a similar piece involving one construction cone and a broom stick stuck through it. I stuffed a paper bag with newspaper and tied it to the top of the broom stick, spray painted it gold, drew a silly cat face on the front, taped some old guitar strings on him for whiskers and called him Showbiz. He had to be put down eventually since I left him on the balcony one harsh winter. There was no biz like Showbiz… (nostalgic sigh).
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