Well before I could properly spell my own name, I was in love with art. I found the ability to tell stories using nothing but a few crayons and a scrap of paper intoxicating and it served as a potent catalyst for my burgeoning imagination in those formative years. At ten years old, my crude drawings of ninja turtles had evolved into halfway decent cartoons of snarling monsters and sinister demons, complete with sharp, bulging horns and rivers of blood dripping down their mammoth fangs. By the time I reached Junior High, filling the margins of my homework and notes with assorted cryptids, ghouls, and demons became my go-to while sitting through endlessly boring lectures.
Years later, around the time I entered High School, I became fascinated with graffiti. No, not the scraggly tags found on the walls of the Burger King bathroom, but the flamboyant and colorful murals I saw hiding underneath freeway overpasses or covering the asphalt at my favorite skate spots such as Derby. I even had a few friends with enough skill and work-ethic to earn themselves quite a reputation in the highly critical local graf scene. For a moment there, I too tried my hand at a few pieces, practicing on plywood while my chums perfected their styles in backyards throughout the East Side.
Alas, I lacked the natural skill for spray painting, as well as the time and patience needed to develop my technique. My aspirations to see my monstrous visions grace urban landmarks fizzled quite quickly but my admiration of those who could do so effectively only grew. Now, I’m not a proponent of vandalism or the aimless destruction of property, but I’m still a fan of the art and envy those who can see their creative visions come alive on bland cement walls.
Little did they know it at the time, but a select few of these artistic night ninjas would find profitable, and legal, applications of their talents as muralists in the years to come. As graffiti evolved in the public eye from dangerous gang propaganda to an appreciated form of urban expression, local businesses, schools, and even the City of Santa Cruz itself would begin to provide regular work for these bad boys of the art world.
Made Fresh Crew, arguably the most prolific and acclaimed collection of graffiti inspired artists in town, have been turning heads for years with their eye catching and colorful creations. These funky spray paint junkies have cemented their place as top-tier local muralists for-hire, who see their contributions not as an advertisements for illegal behavior, but as means for progressive causes such as art education, environmentalism, community projects, and community engagement.
Earlier this month, I pinned down prolific MFC founder and ringleader Taylor Reinhold to discuss his latest offering, a beautiful piece celebrating beloved civil rights activists that he whipped up on the UCSC campus with fellow crew member Ms. Teal, aka Erika Rosedale. Enjoy!