lacked professional equipment, so our prints were limited to linoleum blocks and otherassorted methods.) It was at this age that I began to understand the artistic merits of printing, and differentiated between simply printed material and printed artwork. Printedmaterial still had very little value to me- as a young student, I had very little interest inprinted pages, as they were most frequently coupled with tedious assignments. But thebrief introduction to printmaking I had in middle school opened my eyes to a form of art Ihad never considered before, and I enjoyed the experience immensely.It would not be until my freshman year of high school that I would ever actuallyattempt printmaking myself. I took an introductory art course as part of my compulsory
educational “package,” and was amazed to find printmaking offered as a medium for study.
I was, upon first starting to make prints (we were using linoleum blocks,) immediatelydisillusioned due to printma
king’s extremely steep learning curve. I
was terribly sloppyand could barely hold the carving tool, let alone carve into a mirrored image. I quicklybecame discouraged, and eventually gave up; and yet seeing the art of the older, moreadvanced students always gave me a sense of longing to be able to produce art as skillfullyas they did.That was the only art class I ever took during my high school years, and,unfortunately, my only experience with printmaking. I would continue to be exposed todifferent forms of printed art, through the older art students, but I never attempted tocreate prints again. At the end of my 11
grade year, however, I first got introduced tostreet art. I had just started to experiment with urban exploring (which, in my case, meant Iwould enter and explore abandoned buildings whilst taking pictures of my findings.) Here,I found many different pieces of graffiti- some of which were terrible, but some that were