Always manages to get himself into the first row.
Admiring herself in a Mercedes, she must like herself.
Tourists? Refugees? Immigrants?
Or maybe they’re just waiting for a bus…
Oil on the asphalt.
If you pour oil on the asphalt you get an oil slick.
They told me Dajo painted this… he’s gone too.
A ghost with a box, riding a bicycle.
It appears often and quickly vanishes into the unknown.
Whenever I look at this picture, I get an ache in my heart… someone placed a toy on a child’s grave.
can always be bought at Ljubljana’s flea market for a fair price.
Sometimes an images true form isn’t revealed until it’s torn.
Oh come on!
Why don’t you stick your picture on it, so flies stick on your teeth.
Ministry for culture used to be just across the street. Maybe there was a hidden message behind it all.
Maya the Bee is going to work.
No working, no honey.
They’re renovating the underpass next to the Modern gallery, you can’t do graphite their anymore, they’ve put up a protective grille … it’s supposed to be nice and cheap … hmmm
No woman no cry.
Very elegant mixed technique graffiti on the facade.
Hobby goes to Mars… determinedly.