I remember seeing it scripted and scratched into bus metal seats, little names and signatures, all kinds of messages passed across generation, each one carefully and patiently made. My first street art encounter was in a bus and I wanted so bad to leave my name or my idea or just something representing my existance, engraved with a key or painted with a marker, I was 8 years old. 

 

I did my first street art proclamation in the sand, at the Black Sea in Crimea, I wrote messages that eventually the water absorbed and transformed in real magic. I was 4.

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Today I leave a piece of my soul everywhere I can and not only physical places, I make sure I leave my mark in people's hearts.