A can of paint in hand, and the world is mine. Look at that sky. It’s as if the whole city decided to catch fire just to match my art. That night, I wanted to paint higher than the walls. I wanted to touch the atmosphere. The smell of solvents blends with the crispness of the approaching dawn, and every press of the nozzle is a spark of freedom. I don’t just create tags. I turn the lead of the streets into visual gold.