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June 6, 2014

I don’t even remember how I met Bronson, but we had known each other since my college days. My best memories are hanging out together at shows. I promoted, he played, we both loved music. I shared my sacred, angsty, poetry with him and his band turned it into a song. If it wasn’t for the fact that I couldn’t really understand the singers screaming of the lyrics, I would have cried when they performed it. I remember endless late nights spent at the mansion, in the pool, in the library, in the squash court, in the basement watching The Goonies, checking out his stick bugs, playing with Kenny the Jack Russell and petting the fat, fluffy cat. I remember the nights we’d talk for hours, unless TSN was on and I couldn’t hold his attention for a second. I remember the awkward, inspiring, intelligent, thought provoking, hilarious conversations had in the back of vans, outside venues, in coffee shops and in later years, where ever we happened to run into each other. I remember the last time I saw him was one of those awkward conversations, shortly after I found out I was pregnant, when I ran into him in Starbucks while interviewing my doula. He was stoked to hear I was having a boy, but never had the opportunity to meet Liam. 27 is too young to lose a battle with cancer.

Before Liam came along, Bronson had asked me to work on an article surrounding his art. Things got in the way for both of us and the project never got completed. Bronson’s art was amazing and I get so excited when I see it around the city. He definitely left this world more beautiful than he found it. I think if anyone could take one thing away from this man, it would be to live your life to the absolute fullest, follow your dreams and put your heart into every thing you do, no matter how big or small. Bronson helped me reach some of my dreams and showed me what I am capable of. I will always be grateful for the time I spent with him.

Cheers to a talented artist and musician, a kind hearted, intelligent and witty character and one of the greatest fellas I’ve had the honour of knowing.

Family, friends and the pursuit to promote social and cultural ideas on a personal level are what got stencil/street artist 1888 started in his artistic venture. A venture that he doesn’t define as any particular style but his own.

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1888

He began creating canvas prints with stenciled images which he would post on his personal Facebook page for sale. As interest grew, so did his desire to promote is ideas. He explored creating images on canvas, metal, glass, wood, brick and more. This led him to take his work from the canvas to the street, where his heart lies. It wasn’t about the popularity, money or self-indulgence, it was about promoting his ideas on a personal level, free of charge. What a better medium to use as a canvas for your ideas then the street.

Of course with creating street art comes legality. Graffiti is an illegal offence on public property and if caught, graffiti artists can face huge fines. But 1888 isn’t concerned about being caught, he’s been painting illegally for years. Unlike some street artists, he doesn’t paint to be destructive, for shock or awe, and he doesn’t work to impose. He only works to inspire. 1888 wants people from every social aspect in society to be able to relate to what he does in some way. The more people who get involved in an idea that he has created in paint, the more that idea takes purpose.

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1888 @ Dose

Concepts for 1888’s pieces come from watching how the world communicates with one another on a daily basis. Stencil art is a very time consuming medium and 1888 has learned that patience is a virtue. Size and detail determine how long it takes to create an image from start to finish.

The support he has gotten to create is what makes producing his pieces so easy. Not so easy though is the self-criticism he faces.

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1888

Where does 1888 see himself going with his art in the future? Well that’s easy, as far as life can take him. As long as he has ideas in his head, he will continue to paint them.

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4 Comments

  • Reply
    Kaella
    June 6, 2014 at 2:45 pm

    So sorry for the loss of your friend. What a well-written post. Big hugs lady! xxx

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    Lindsey
    June 6, 2014 at 8:16 pm

    What a beautiful post Becky. Thinking of you xoxo

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    Nicole
    June 7, 2014 at 11:27 am

    I’m sorry for your loss. His work is amazing.

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    Taren
    June 7, 2014 at 7:44 pm

    What a great man. Though I didn’t know him well, I do know that he left an incredible mark on many. RIP Bronson.

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