Celebrating Culture.

Ni hao, Ta'alofa, and welcome to my blog post. My blog post is about celebrating culture, my families experience, tradtions, and many more. I hope for you to enjoy reading and obeserving the pictures you will see throughout each slide. Thank you.

Graffiti street story.

 Graffiti Street. 

As I was wandering down the damaged lonely streets, there was a chill in the air. 

Feeling alone and fed up with the world, not taking my career as an artist seriously. As I continued my stroll I came across an empty, plain and untouched alleyway. It looked like a perfect canvas for an art idea that was in my head for the past few weeks. So I went home happily, grabbed my art supplies (spray painting cans, brushes, newspaper etc. etc.) and started working straight away.  Then an idea of sharing it on social media came to my head. I took a few pictures of what it looked like before and posted it on the net.  After hours of working it was getting dark so I decided to go home, cool down, and dozed off. *the next morning* I woke up very happy as I had something to do, forgetting about the pictures I posted on social media. I started heading out and walked to the spot where I was starting the art piece. But I was confused why there was such a  huge crowd of people surrounding my unfinished artwork. I pushed through everyone to see what was going on. I had no idea what was happening so I asked someone, but they said “hey it's her/him” then they all started to cheer me on. I went to the front of the crowd and asked everyone to please let me know what was going on. They had finally let me know and said “you're the one who posted the pics of this alleyway right?” I answered “yes that was me” but still very confused. Then another one said “well someone walked past this alleyway and realised it quickly from your viral posts, so they took a picture of your art and posted it on social media”.. *I thought to myself what viral posts*. Someone then showed me and it had over 1 million views. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t expect it to blow up overnight. So I asked if anyone else was an artist or wanted to be one. And surprisingly, most of them said yes. I let them take a paint brush, paint, and spray can each and let them do their thing. But we had one problem, there was no name for the street. I couldn’t just leave it named nothing. So we all came up with the name “graffiti street”.*The End*