2009 sees seven pictures in the Street Paint series. Bookended by the death of Michael Jackson.

I know that chalk isn’t paint, but it’s pigment and it’s literally on the street. Remember, it’s all arbitrary.

The two Michael Jackson images are taken shortly after his death. Maybe a couple of weeks after.

Oddly, the day I shot those was the same day my work at the time burned to the ground. Nobody was hurt. But most of my co-workers gathered together to drink on the Upper West Side. Those two Michael Jackson images were shot during the drunken debauchery.

A very sad month even with my mixed feelings about Michael Jackson. It’s a scary experience watching the people you grew up with die one by one. Like time is going to pull your whole era out by the roots. I guess it does anyway.

The rest of the set sees simple shared feeling scrawls on subway I beams with spell correct. I notice this all the time. People write on things in New York and then someone else spell corrects for them. Or they comment back. It cracks me up.

The body outline could be art or police work. I guess either way it’s art. Once again it’s the West Side Highway, so it really could be either.

Just one normal piece of graffiti. Growing up in the eighties makes me think of a finger pushing a nuclear war button. But maybe it just opens the garage door. Maybe just a videogame reference.

A pixie face adorns one of those metal buttresses that protect the stone corner of garages from impacts. This kind of makeover is frequent but I still wish I saw more of this.

And finally, an oval table takes on Stewie WTF!.A simple notion that made me laugh at it’s brilliance.