Copied and pasted from my mixi:
David Choe is one of the most diverse and prolific artists working today. He is one of the youngest artists to ever have solo show at the MOCA. An internationally reknown graffiti artist and cultural icon, he has had his art shown on every surface from canvases to human bodies to third world ,war torn walls, it can be found in every facet of society, from fancy galleries, museums, t-shirts, shoes, movies, billboards, cars, murals, buildings, from New York City to the Congo, Africa to everywhere in between. He’s traveled, train hopped and hitchhiked all over the world many times over spreading his art. Hefs been homeless, he still sells art out of his parents’ garage and his beat up mini van david choe art can be found here www.davidchoe.com.
We went to a David Choe and Saber graffiti art show at the Rotture last Wednesday. Things are sometimes best described in pictures, of course in this case, so expect heavy loading. >_<
David Choe and Saber
It was packed… but it felt like a lot of people were there because they knew it was gonna be the cool thing to do. We overheard these guys talking behind us somewhere midway the show, “Hey dude. Do you want to go to Aura now? I got our shirts in the trunk.”
Angry big toe
Monica, Dave, and some girl
Went to the warehouse next to Rotture for a more private tag session.
So Dave carries around ninja stars that he got somewhere from his travels. Ninja stars I was throwing at the walls.
It was a long night, but to cut things short, when Kevin went back to his car to drop off his gift for Dave, he found that his car was broken into from the trunk and his mp3 player and my backpack (along with my purse and laptop inside) was jacked. Kevin started making phone calls, to friends, cops, etc…
When Dave heard about this, he came by to me and asked, “Hey I heard what happened and it sounds like you’ve been having a bad day… does this sort of thing happen to you a lot?…
“Look, we get premiums for doing these events and I got $200 just to spend and do whatever. I want you to have it.”
“No, no… I can’t take this.”
“I was gonna spend it on strippers anyways…don’t worry.”
Dave hands it to my friend Monica and asks her to give it me.
She jumps over and stasheÄ it in my belt bag.
A couple text messages later, Kevin texted, “Thank you portland police. Found him” They tracked him down crossing the Morrison bridge. It was the same guy that asked Dave for bus fare money at the gas station right before Kevin called Dave about the break-in. I feel so lucky… how often do you get your stuff stolen and returned?
The funny thing is that I thought lost $200 earlier that day… but then it showed up again when dad found it dropped on the side of the car. And my backpack/laptop/purse came back to me again. And now I have Dave’s $200 stripper money. Dave had another show the next day at Weiden Kennedy. I wanted to go and watch, and to return the money. I’ll write more tomorrow, I’m gonna sleep for a bit now… I think I caught cold.