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The life of graffiti artist Matthew Dawn

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Project Cape Town

If you could live in major world capital for one month, what would you do?

About two months ago, I was in Spain (read my previous blog post) giving graffiti workshops to Belgian teenagers. This sparked an idea in my head. If somebody is paying me right now to be in another part of the world to do what I do best. Then I can replicate that and move all around the world while people pay me for it. Genius!

Here's the plan. I pick a destination that I would love to explore. By exploring I mean, living in that area for a period of three to four weeks so I know all the ins and outs. Once I picked my mark it's time for research. I google for potential clients, lay down a database of contact information and contact them. This technique is called shotgunning, I approach a huge amount of people, hoping that a few fish will bite. Once I've gathered a few customers I can start calculating and measuring my budget. If I reach a certain amount of revenue, I'm able to buy the plain tickets,book a room somewhere and off I go!

My favorite big city at the moment is Stockholm. But since it is fall right now and I'm planning to leave in a few months, Stockholm'll be freezing cold! So I pick a more sunny destination. Within seconds, Cape Town pops into my head. It's almost one of the most distant destinations I could pick! I hear my head thinking . 'Dream big, or stay home.' So I start working on it.

Why Walking Will Cure Your Relationship Problems

On The Slowing

Yesterday was the first day in awhile where I was really alone. I've been so caught up in moving, I've barely had a minute to think about free time. But, my roommate (and best friend) Sally just left town for 8 days. I'm finally settled at work and, with my social life in its current spartan state, I realized last night that the next 8 days would be a lot of just... me.

So, I biked home after work. Read some John Seymour. Ate some spaghetti. Watched people from my front deck perch. Then I thought, "Hell, let's see the world." So I tied on my shoes and started walking.

My city is incredible, for those of you who don't know. The picture above is just one of the hundreds of hidden graffiti artscapes dotting the buildings around town. I have driven by this building a hundred times. But it was only when I walked past that I actually noticed the art.

Lately, I've become acutely aware of the pace of my actions. I think it comes as a result of my zen studies, my commuting to work by bike, and my Friday farming. I also started working for a nonprofit whose focus is natural lands. The slowness is almost overwhelming when you begin to spend time in nature.

Nonetheless, this isn't the first time I've appreciated the benefits of a slower pace. Each morning that I bike to work, I bump into people. I actually am going slow enough to smile at my neighbors, wish them a "good morning." (Can you imagine that in place of the anger you feel at morning traffic?) Also, when I visited Sally in London last year, I had to entertain myself while she was in class all day. So I spent 10 days walking London. It is one of my favorite trips to date, a bizarre fact considering I was alone for most of it.

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