Artishok & Hitrik
Artishok Artishok
Hitrik Hitrik
Artishok Artishok
Hey Hitrik, ever thought about what happens if you paint a wall with nothing but the sound of the city? I want to layer invisible waves on concrete. Thoughts?
Hitrik Hitrik
City sound is the freshest pigment—quiet, moving, unseen. Drop those waves on concrete, let the wall hum with the street’s heartbeat, then step back and watch the colors you can’t see paint a story. Just keep an eye on the cops, ‘cause invisible art can still scream “I’m not messing up” to the wrong eyes.
Artishok Artishok
Nice idea, Hitrik, mixing city noise into paint—imagine a wall that hums like a jazz riff. Let’s splatter some neon, let the concrete catch the rhythm, and watch the wall breathe. But yeah, watch the cops, or they'll think it's an audacious graffiti crime!
Hitrik Hitrik
Jazz riff on concrete—yeah, let the neon bleed the rhythm, then let the wall breathe. Keep it slick, keep it loud, but keep it under the radar; the cops only care about the splatter, not the soul.