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I cracked open a couple cold ones today.

I've developed some really mint techniques with spraypaint as of late. I'm proud of myself ;).

Some people consider spraypaint to be simply acrylic paint. There's no evocation about that but still I believe if you used acrylic paint and spraypaint to create a piece, you can't say it's all acrylic. You would say it's acrylic and spraypaint.

As I'm learning each day, spraypaint has its own properties and tendencies. The drying quickness and application, I find, aren't limiting but open up new possibilities for creativity.

Spraypaint is my most used medium (for now). My little contribution to this so called global warming.

Beautiful things come in destructive packages.

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