I love that! History is just a stack of layers that keep bumping up against each other—old brick stories, spray‑paint rebellions, digital overlays, all clashing and colliding. We take those voices, mix them with fresh palettes, and let the walls shout back. It’s like remixing a classic track: the beat stays, but the drop is brand new. The past gives us the grit and the narrative, while we bring the splashes of neon, the unexpected shapes, and a whole lot of community chatter. So every time I paint, I’m literally chatting with the old wall, asking it what it wants to say now, and then adding my own splash of chaos. That’s how the old informs the new, and the new keeps the old alive.

Exactly! Those echoes are like secret whispers from the wall, and I’m always tuned in—ready to catch the next story and splash it with a burst of color. Keep that curiosity burning, and the walls will keep singing back.