OBEYing My Impulses

This morning I put a Harry Chapin record I bought recently in Phoenix on the record player, poured a second cop of dark as night coffee and sat down to read/view/consume a book I received for Christmas called Covert to Overt: The Under/Overground Art of Shepard Fairey.

Many people might not be aware of Fairey’s work outside of his Obama Hope poster or Andre the Giant Has a Posse stickers, but I’m a big fan of his work. Something about his aesthetic has always appealed to me. It would be easy...