Name: The Black Light King
Artist Genre: Muralist
Where do you live: DTLA
“The Nature of Creation”
I grew up in the ghetto but my mom was overprotective. I went to a school where everybody told me I would never amount to anything. In school, I got bad grades and stuff. I was always told I wasn’t smart enough. Everywhere I went, I was never good enough. I was never cool enough. smart enough, hip enough. never, never. So when I get into the graffiti world, I’m not Mr. cool enough, Mr. badass. I’m neither of them because I am myself and because I am myself, I have my own unconventional way of painting that can get my name out even stronger than those guys that paint within the box–the way things “should be.” So, I just keep painting bigger and bigger and crazier and crazier because I was always told by people “You don’t fit in our rules”. Of course I don’t, I never fit in anyone’s rules. I’m not your typical guy just trying to get up on a wall—I’m on some other shit, I’ve always been on some other shit.
My family got me started and it was a whole family thing. My dad was an oil painter and he was dope. When we were little kids, he wanted his kids to paint–and play soccer (and yes, I’m a huge soccer fanatic). My dad encouraged me, my mom supported me, but my older brother inspired me. He was the ultimate role model–he was young, fun to be around, charismatic. He picked up painting fast (he was a natural). He started getting jobs and working at the mall–airbrushing –and then we would walk around wearing airbrush T-shirts all proud. When we had school projects, we would all help each other out. Everyone would be like,”DAAAANGGG”. At those moments all of a sudden I wasn’t the loser that everybody told me, but made me feel like a king.
When I’m creating, I’m going with nature, because its in my nature to create. The power of creation becomes so big that these little man made laws are so fuckin irrelevant. The power of art is so much higher than stupid little laws. I’m not trying to hurt anyone, I’m just trying to create a better world and who can hate against that? People always ask me, how do you have the patience to do something like that? But, it has nothing to do with patience…I have zero patience for anything. Creating is like time in space, when you’re in that moment, when you’re in the zone, time does not exist. The only reason you notice the time is when you see the sun go from one place to another. I feel great after I paint, I feel like I’ve fed my mind, fed my soul. By the time the authorities recognize a mural coming to life, they allow me to keep going. Once those painted walls that were illegal become legal and there’s nothing greater than that; you’re a gangsta with a cause.