Last Friday evening, an old man covered Old City with old artwork. Check out the photos on Flickr or Facebook.

The other evening I soaked in the sites, sounds and smells of Fishtown’s First Friday. Instead of leaving with some art, I left some art. It’s across from the incredible Johnny Brenda’s, go get it.

Enjoy a glimpse of the dozens of customized bev naps left in the wake of big apple bar-hopping.

When you know that the neighbor of pal is a fan of your artwork, the neighborly thing to do is to leave some on the neighbor’s doorstep when your in the neighborhood.

A self-adhesive, artistic ensemble punctuated Sweet Mabel’s Sideshow Spectacular. Props to Putty Aaron for a proper Polaroid of the proceedings.

While spelunkering New Orleans’ Warehouse Arts District last weekend, the Mrs. and I stumbled across a treasure. ‘Twas a hand-painted, birth-control pill container posted prominently on a stop sign… ripe for the plucking.

A cryptic message inside reads, “Feel Da Love Rise – Scott.” Thanks for the souvenir, Scott!

Prior to an annual presentation/performance, I plastered a plethora of paintings on paper for the plucking.

I recently plastered a painting for the plucking in the parking garage of my local IKEA. Hex key not included.

I took the opportunity to do a little exterior decorating in the streets of Ardmore before Friday evening’s reception.