Dis proportionate wall plug figure cut.
These are pictures from a mural I painted in the best barbershop on the North American Continent In the state of Zacatecas in Mexico last year. The homie Joan gets down on cutting hair. I took a suitcase full of paint, spraypaint, PaintPens and a bunch of other shit. Chilled out there for about a month, mostly getting smashed and listening to banda music, mingling with the locals n chillin with fam, going to events n yeah. A few days before returning to the states we started talking about the mural. I took one of the local monuments, "Los Arcos", and dropped it on the background. Since the homie has a bike crew, the bici-quetsalcoals, (terribly misspelled). I tried to sound it out. I dropped a skeleton riding a bike with flat tires of course, the way most people tend to like to roll (Nowhere Fast). Blended the rasta colors since that's the music of choice in the scene, added my tag n vualah. It was dope chillin n having some brew as we painted, At that time I was still smokin weed everyday so I would take breaks to walk down the street to the the park, (el Parque caxcana raza). Get super hi, then come back laugh and paint. played a lil foozeball, futbolitos, which I'm terrible at, n yeah. Sombrero are a must for the calaveras, a symbol of much of the region as it serves a purpose of keepin hard workin maufuckers from baking in the sun. The other one I dropped their team logo on the chest, gotta represent. Feather in the cap n all that, old English cus it's classy. Another day at work.
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