Heavy Artillery Graffiti Crew

New Delhi, India. June 2009.
Not meant as a graffiti trip, didn’t plan anything, didn’t expect anything, wasn’t even really about that.. This was a short sight seeing tour of the capital of India and its surrounding areas. Me my girl, some cash, a taxi driver, a few grout pens and some montanas that magically didn’t get pulled out of my luggage. Here’s sort of how it went (well, the graffiti part anyway)..

Tested the water with some blatant doing tags in front of people.

That worked out ok…

so i did some more..

And more.
Perhaps it was the fact that they didn’t have a clue what i was doing or they didn’t care, as eating is probably topping their list of priorities before asking a man (about a foot taller and wider than anyone there) to stop it.

After killing off the pens in double quick time i had about two hours before the next part of me and my girls itinery came into play, so i started searching for a wall to paint. Not such an easy task when every local encourages you to paint their neighbours wall without any permission and no idea as to the reaction from the cops.. Would they care? is it actually a crime in a country that looks like a nuclear bomb packed with rubbish had just gone off? There was no way to tell, so it came down to how good the spot was rather than who owned it.

So after selecting a dope spot i set about dropping what i hoped would be a lowkey 20 minute daytime piss take..

This didn’t happen.
Within seconds of me sketching the ‘S’ of a MSK block the street was packed with onlookers and beggars watching me blast a whole tin of chrome onto the main street hot spot. Did i say hot? not only was the temperature 45 degrees but the wall was part of the childrens hospital. The security guards started pouring out of the gates to see why the street was packed with people only to find yours truly redecorating their dull but unblemished main wall with what they refered to as ‘printing’??? As the situation started taking that familiar slide into ‘custody’ territory i made my exit by simply walking off. Neither blending in or making much of what i would consider a standard escape what was the point?

Undetered i still had to do something, anybody thats ever travelled to India will tell you its impossible to be from the west and be alone. within metres of crossing the street i had developed a new posse hell bent on finding me a new spot.. It was bananas.
I made it less than 2 minutes from the first spot before this alleyway wall on the main street teased me into a second attempt.

My posse and ‘friends’ stood around entertained as i sweated my way through this ‘not bad considering’ effort that now takes pride of place on the side of a mobile phone shop in central Delhi.

All in all, if you were going on a graffiti campaign, India wouldn’t know what was going on frankly. I reckon you could do as many a day as you wanted, it would just be a case of what paint to use and where to get it.

HOT AS HELL AND TWICE AS SMELLY = DELHI.

Take a couple of friends a shit load of paint and 4 days and you maybe end up doing something like this..

Gebes and I had the pleasure of being invited by Liverpools finest Zap Graffiti Arts for the weekend,on UK´s largest free urban & ekstreme sports festival HUB FESTIVAL

When you are a Family member of The Heavy Artillery, you know you can always count on the support of your brothers.

And this was no exception. Giroe and Odisy came all the way from down south to work some magic on the belly of Liverpools youth.

Scouse fashion

On top of Giroe and Odisy showing up. The everlasting dirty joking Alert came by to slay a proper production with the rest of us.

All in all this was a dope weekend with Family friends and support from all the fine people that came by the festival.

Had to top  the weekend of with a saturday night out shout to some great friends and crews that made  this trip enjoyful.

FOES  TDA W4G RT

Big up guys!

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STORM

MR WANY Itallian mainstay of the HEAVY ARTILLERY decided to celebrate his birthday by putting on a small event, this small event quickly swelled to around 100 writers from Italy and the rest of Europe.

The theme was based on Dante’s divine comedy.
Which to anyone not sure what that is its a really old story about some dudes decent through the 9 rings of hell. nice..

HEAVY ARTILLERY rolled deep so the roll call read something like this - ALERT GARY JIROE ODISY RENCH GEBES STORM ROID AROE and of course MR WANY. (TWESH and RELAY were busy doing doings or something.. so they weren’t in attendance).

Upon our arrival in Milano we had to go through the nightmare that is getting everyone around and get everyone met heres us doing some of that..

Quite a few of the HEAVY ARTILLERY, with VIPER, BUE, PUPPET and some other dudes..
In the entrance to Cardona station.
Now the average height of an Itallian is around 4 foot tall so the cars and vehicles reflect that..

Heavweight dubbing.
Besides Milan being a graffiti epicentre its apparently something to do with fashion..

Imagine needing the toilet and relieving yourself into this archaic hole in the ground wearing prada and gucci, thats fashion. The most distressing thing about this image is that these ‘warzone standard’ toilets are common place..

Anyways lets get back to the reason for the trip to Milan.

The jam. it was technically a hole in the ground but it was better than it looks and the joiner is insane.

ROID’s feet.

JIROE-ZINI..

STORM-OLINO.

The next day we went and decorated a park in the northern part of the city, the results are on the flickr so peep them there.

All in all i would say the moving 10 people around Milan caused problems but that aside there was more paint than we knew what to do with and the company was great. I would like to take this chance to explode the myth that all the food in Italy is incredible i can asure you it is not. I’m pretty sure we will all be going back several times this year but not at the same time..
special thanks to WANY and VIPER for the hospitality and SBIUS for the extra pictures.. nice one.

AROE.