Tokyo Bubble Life Chapter 180

Chapter 180 179, Graffiti is so simple, don't you just have hands?

Time goes back a little bit,

In order to get rid of the entanglement of the three American hooligans, Naoki Naoki quickly turned to an alley in the street, grabbed a handful of snow and squatted at the corner.

In the alley, there is a black guy who is spraying something on the wall, and there are some bottles and cans in the corner.

"Hey, Man! You're blocking my wall!" This black guy looks thin and weak, with a literary temperament that is rarely seen in other black people.

"Shh~" Naoki Yongshan raised a finger in front of his mouth, signaling him to stay calm.

Then the black guy saw the Asian guy use an umbrella handle to hook a black guy who was chasing to the ground, put snow on the other's face, and then use an umbrella to hook him up,

picked up his spray paint from the corner, and said to the two who fell to the ground: "Spiris, mother Faker!"

and then sprayed it hard, and then the two black buddies were screaming and screaming.

"I was so scared at the time!"

In an interview a few years later, Jean-Michel Basquiat said,

"I thought it would be my turn next, so when the guy said 'RUN', I just started running!"

Seeing the unusual black guy suddenly start spraying on the wall,

"Are you graffiti?"

"Otherwise?" The black guy said unforgivingly, "You ruined my last work~"

"What does it have to do with me, it's also the fault of those three guys!"

"How did they offend you?"

"Those three guys are going to rob me~"

What I see is that you are fighting. Okay, the black guy stopped talking and focused on spray painting again.

For the art of street graffiti, Naoki Naoki actually doesn't understand much. In fact, he doesn't understand much about the art works of postmodern artists.

A square yard of fire-resistant bricks can sell for thousands of pounds in an indoor yard? Can a banana stick to the wall sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars? Drawing six lines of circles on a blackboard can actually be worth hundreds of millions?

Sure enough, the artist's world is too deep to be grasped!

But if you can't grasp it, it doesn't prevent Naoki Naoki from commenting.

"That's what graffiti is like, like a child doodles."

"Hahaha, is this a tribute to Picasso?"

"No, no, red is better here!"

Listening to this Asian man making nonsense about his work, the black guy couldn't help it:

"Shut up! Do you know street art? Do you know graffiti? Do you know who I am Basquiat?"

yo hoo, looks like a famous graffiti master,

"I don't know, but what's the matter? Isn't it easy to do something as simple as graffiti?"

Hearing this, the black guy was so angry that he directly shoved the spray paint into Naoki Naoki's hand and pointed to the wall next to him.

"Let me see what you can do!"

In March of 1982, Basquiat was in his prime. He had just held a solo exhibition in February and earned more than $200,000. Now, this Asian boy dares to come to my field?

Basquiat sneered in his heart: "Create next to my Basquiat's graffiti, and in less than a week, the whole New York will know your self-control!"

After being stabbed like this, Naoki Naoki Naoyama was also a bit rushed to the shelves. He didn't have any painters of his own. Before designing an earmuff, he had to ask Sister Nakamori to help.

Basquiat sneered beside him: "What's wrong? Can't draw it? Isn't it enough to have hands?"

"How is that possible, I'm just thinking~" Yongshan Zhishu said stubbornly, and then thought of the easiest way, just doodle, too complicated, no problem, stickman is always fine, just a circle with four lines, just right here is a corner.

Naoki Naoki directly used spray paint to paint a big-headed stickman of the same height on the corner of the wall. He was holding something like a spray-paint can. There were two fallen stick figures on the ground, and there was another one on the other side of the corner heading this way. Running Stickman. This is how the gangsters got knocked down before.

"Give me the red spray paint~"

He rudely changed the color, matching the spray paint in the stickman's hand with red spray, matching his black head with white eyes and the mouth of the crooked dragon king laughing, and also added the line next to his head: "Suprise !!!MotherFu*ker!!!”

"It's done!" Naoki Naoki said boldly to Basquiat, "How about it, not bad!"

Basquiat looked at the devilish stickman and didn't want to say anything more: "You are not street graffiti at all!"

Nagayama Naoki asked curiously: "What do you mean? This is not a street? I didn't spray paint on the wall? Or are there any rules for street graffiti?"

But this question stopped Basquiat, yes, when did street graffiti have rules? He is the most free art!

Thinking of this, Basquiat couldn't help but be speechless. He didn't have this outsider to see clearly and finally reluctantly admitted: "Okay, it's street graffiti."

Then I started to perfect my work again.

"Haha~" Naoki Naoki saw this black guy start painting again, he felt very interesting, although he just met a few black gangsters, but this black guy seems to be different from them, he is a very interesting guy. "Your name is Basquiat?"

"yeah, have you heard my name?"

"Didn't you just say that?"

The black guy stopped talking again.

"My English name is William~" Naoki Naoki introduced himself, saying that he was a writer in the United States.

"Oh hoo? Did you write a joke?"

"Of course not, I'm a children's literature writer~"

The two became acquainted with each other in this question and answer,

By the time this piece of work is finished, it is already a relationship that can be called a friend.

"SO, those three black **** have been following you? And then you bought clothes and ate lunch?" Basquiat was surprised, "Are you so bold?"

"They can't do anything anyway~" Naoki Naoki wanted to raise his arms to show off his muscles, but was blocked by the cotton-padded clothes.

"Yeah, you Asians seem to know kung fu, bushido, taekwondo, etc." Basquiat thought of Naoki Naoki's neat work before, and the two gangsters looked better.

Nagayama Naoki was amused: "Who said that, I'm just more decisive."

After finished speaking, he sighed: "But I didn't expect New York to be so dangerous. Even Manhattan was robbed by black people during the day. It seems that the afternoon tour will be cancelled."

But suddenly seeing that Basquiat is also black, he explained dryly: "I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you"

"Yo, Man, not all blacks are gangsters!"

Basquiat also felt a little ashamed of his black compatriots, and thought that the guy he just met in front of him had a bad impression of black people because of this, and decided to save some black images.

"William, this afternoon I'll show you what a real black man in New York looks like!"

"What?" Naoki Naoki was a little surprised, thinking that he must be going back to the hotel in the afternoon.

"follow me!"

I don't know why, Naoki Naoki believes this guy a little bit, maybe he is well dressed? Maybe it's because he's skinny and bullying?

Anyway, after returning to the clothing store to retrieve the camera, I followed him.

Following Basquiat's lead, Naoshu Yongshan gradually walked through the Midtown of Manhattan and came to the Chelsea neighborhood, where industrial culture and street art blend. It is known as the most literary neighborhood, where countless Galleries and art galleries.

Here, loudspeakers are the standard for street fashion people, spray cans are the weapons of street painters, and music and painting are the channels for communication between different races and cultures here.

Basquiat is obviously the star here. Many people greeted him on the road. The classic black chest hits no less than ten times, which made Naoki Naoki worry about Basquiat's small body.

"Hey, Basquiat, where are you taking me?" Naoki Naoki asked as he took a photo.

"To experience the real New York culture~" Basquiat laughed like a child, "William, don't worry, I won't sell you~"

Hehe, if this is not the bustling Manhattan, but Brooklyn, I'm really worried.

"Look, that's my 'gallery' over there."

Basquiat pointed to an empty street and said that the walls on both sides of the street were covered with strange but brightly colored graffiti.

Their creators are excited to introduce the origin of the graffiti, and then suddenly inspiration comes,

"William, please wait a minute, I have another work in mind."

After saying that, I took out the spray can from my backpack. It turns out that such a big bag is full of spray paint.

Watching the black guy get caught up in his creation again, Naoki Naoki felt bored after taking a few pictures around,

Is such a long street full of this guy's spray painting? Seeing a few spray cans scattered on the street, Naoki Yongshan picked up and pressed it at will, but there was still paint?

So the street artist Naoki went online again. He sprayed a few half-height stick figures in the blank space in the corner of the wall, then found the scattered spray cans of other colors, and painted a small flag for each stick figure and cheered The stickman is done.

stood up and watched as the stickman cheered the other graffiti on the street.

"You should sign."

Basquiat, who had already completed his work, was also watching the graffiti. After he had a deeper understanding of the freest art, he did not care about Naoki Naoki painting on his "gallery", but encouraged him: "I should sign it~"

"Signature? Isn't street graffiti never signed?" Naoki Naoki was puzzled.

"A symbol, a pattern, a feature that can represent your logo is called a 'signature'," Basquiat said. "Just like my previous SAMO series."

"That's it~" Naoki Naoki didn't think about his own signature. Looking at the stickman with no facial expression, he suddenly wanted to add some emotion to them, so he drew a stickman on the head of a stickman. root thread, and then wrote a sentence: "Suprise!!!MotherFu*ker!!!"

"Hahaha, this will be very interesting!" Naoki Naoki laughed. Although the current stickman is raising the flag and cheering, the feeling of irony comes up all of a sudden.

Basquiat next to looked at the graffiti and felt very speechless, but after watching it for a long time, the stickman with this line is very magical, and it seems to be really interesting.

"William, do you want to be called Maja Faker in your future stage name?"

"Hahaha, it's not bad to be called Majafak! Maybe I can manage a global organization in the future~" Naoki Naoki said a nonsense joke, and no one but himself understood it at all.

Basquiat shook his head: "Okay, William, let's go to the next place~"

"where to?"

"TheMuddClub!"

Going to the club so early? Naoki Yongshan looked at the sky. It was only after 3 o'clock. By the way, the name of this club seems very familiar. Where have you heard it? Is it a very famous club?

"Is it a little too early?"

"Of course not directly, I have to pick up my girlfriend first~"

Er. Could it be that I want to make a light bulb?

Nagayama Naoki silently complained in his heart, but he followed along sincerely.

There are many bars and nightclubs in Tribeca.

Basquiat took Yongshan Zhishu around for nearly half an hour before arriving at a bar.

After entering, under the dim light, there are already many hippies drinking, and the resident band is also singing.

Basquiat greeted the bartender very skillfully, went straight to the counter, put the backpack under the counter,

"William, my girlfriend is singing, let's have a drink and wait~"

After saying that, he started to bartend, and he was able to play tricks, really versatile.

"Okay~" What else can Naoki Naoyama say?

A beautiful cocktail is delivered to the front, and the 3 layers of different colors of the wine are clearly distinguished, showing the superb skills of the bartender.

"This cup please!"

Basquiat, who had just made a fortune, obviously didn't care about the small money, made a cocktail himself, and then sat in front of the stage with Naoki Naoyama.

The band on the stage was singing rock, Basquiat pointed to the lead girl and said, "That's my girl~"

An indescribable pride.

The **** the stage has a pure and moving face, a hot body, a pure voice, a passionate singing, and an outstanding vocal range.

"Beautiful and a great singer, you earned it!"

Nagayama Naoki had a cup of tea with him, showing a manly smile.

Soon after the song was finished, the singer on the stage changed, and then the female singer ran over from the side,

Seeing Basquiat, he rushed over and hugged him, giving a long wet French kiss.

Naoki Naoki on the side of covered his forehead all of a sudden, where are you, Taro, I can't eat so much dog food.

"Dear, this is William, a friend I just met."

After and his girlfriend were tired for a while, Basquiat finally realized that there was a friend present,

"William, this is my girlfriend Madonna."

Nagayama Naoki didn't have any special reaction, and greeted politely: "Hello, my English name is William, I'm from Japan, and I'm a writer~"

The girl seems to have not seen such an old-fashioned self-introduction for a long time: "Hahaha, I haven't heard such an old-fashioned way of introduction for a long time. Are you from ten years ago?"

Then he remembered something, and coughed pretendingly: "Then, my full name is Madonna Louise Ciccone, I'm from Michigan, and I'm currently a singer!"

Then he and Basquiat laughed together, the two of them were in love, and they forgot the existence of Naoki Naoyama.

"Madonna?!" The characters, names, birthplaces, and occupations from later generations are all right!

Naoki Naoki was already shocked by this sentence and was speechless.

Is this cheerful girl the future American music queen?

Although I have met many famous people, this one,

It can really be said that among the celebrities in the music industry that I have ever seen, the coffee is the highest.

And, she even talked to a black street artist about boyfriends and girlfriends? !

(end of this chapter)

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