BLACKBOOK Project by WUD

I closed my eyes, I woke up again in the valley, I only see faces without expressions with weird tree bodies. It is not my upside down, I have to admit that is the place where I go out, my mind saying stay here, but i have to row to continue my trip.

In other inhospitable place I woke up again, reality hits you like the wind hits a train, you don't feel it my friend, but take your head out for the window, and see that only the water of the mountains can take off this pain. Fortunate I am, because the closest is make a paint.

I'm just back in the days, when I used to use toothpick for paint. I started dot by dot and that makes me understand handpoke, black ink to meditate, but before you need to practice on the sand. Remember breathe that’s the key, the only way to keep it real.

Music is part of the ritual, first jazz or hip hop, could be Mingus bass or just violent lyrics of Nas. Old mp3, let me tell is all I need, and my ears will get sick, because headphones is my way to find peace.

Someone told me life is too sad to drink coffee without sugar, yeah, is the elixir of the ritual, and one of my best friends at night. Brown, awesome like James, speech of the kindness, the best conversation with someone else.

Dog is the best friend of man, but I have a brother every time. It spend his time next to me, like the spirit of grandpa when i walk at night in the street. 1994 the year that born the boy, that will use that wood table of oak. Now is time to reborn, how i started when I didn't have nothing at all

Classic or skate, whatever, the style of the shoes don't going to define what i paint. I am an underground soul, graffiti, art and family for me is all.