MR. BRAINWASH CHRISTMAS ART SHOW

The Mr. Brainwash Art Show, opened on Christmas Day, was exactly what I expected. It was well executed, aesthetically pleasing, meaningless art splattered with spray-paint. You’ll know Mr. Brainwash as the guy from Banksy’s EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP who was proven to be a super-fan fraud and admittedly has other artists execute his ideas.

All I can say is get money, Mr. Brainwash. You have a hustle and I can’t hate you for that. I love hustle. Hook your boys up. It’s all good, baby baby. Here’s my problem:

I saw a young graffiti writer put up some stickers in your art show. He was immediately grabbed by your SECURITY. Both uniformed and suited security guards were patrolling. This is normal for an art show except YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GRAFF WRITER. How are you going to allow cops or security (graff enemies) harass the artists you emulate?

I watched them kick out the kid and realized it was a poetic example of everything wrong with you, Mr. Brainwash. Be warned, if you try that with any of the real graff crews your security guards are going to get choked the fuck out. That’s graff. That’s hip hop. That’s NOT Mr. Brainwash.

I urge every writer in LA to go to Mr. Brainwash’s factory (adjacent to Best Buy on La Brea) and bomb it. I’d like to see if he’s willing to prosecute you. REAL GRAFFITI IS ILLEGAL. Word.