06 May The Wall That Nearly Killed Me.
The finished wall…
The wall that nearly killed me. I love a bit of mellow-drama. After arriving in LA I suffered an asthma attack. I didn’t have my inhaler with me so i had to grab a super ridiculous over the counter lung buster, the type of thing you could only ever get in America (I later found out it had adrenalin in it). Anyway, I didn’t want to tackle a massive wall coz my lungs were knackered and it was really hot too and it being my first time in LA I just wanted to go star hunting. So I did decide to paint the side of the gallery wall, figured at least it would stay for a while before someone bombed over it. But damn it was hot. Too hot for my Irish skin. In 2004 I painted in Soweto and that was the hottest condition I’ve ever painted in but this was worse for some reason. The wall was all lumpy, it didn’t like the paint. Blah blah blah, excuses excuses, it was a pain but I got there in the end. Even if I did vow to blank it all out a million times. Here are the progress shots –