Sundays at the Studio

I enjoyed a nice morning and early afternoon working diligently in my studio this Sunday. I left the building at 3pm only to find that two young North Philly boys had tagged up my bicycle, (who I caught because they were right down the block tagging a mailbox) which was locked to the bike rack at Richmond Mills.

Stupid me for leaving it outside, but I expected it to be stolen in the evening before it was tagged in the middle of the afternoon.

Sadly, the sparkly white seat is no longer so perfect, as it is currently adorned with a penis and other writing. Luckily, there are no other unwelcomed appendages on the handlebars, but the new mint green bar tape is also tagged. Maybe I will recover the bike seat with another kind of vinyl, if I can't get the marker off.

Le sigh.

Anyway, works in progress: