Bigbuda

"Now i got enough Buda to last me and my family for the
rest of our lives.. I"M RICH BIARTCH!!" Honk! Hooonnnk!!

We found the Zoo Train...

Who could forget the dope old Vibrant Green Scram
on this sucker?














This car is do-able, just pull out the ply to get intact
windows..
















This Rattler has seen much better days..
















Always loved Hangouts





















A couple of photos by Marty - Detail 1
















- Detail 2

















Been here a couple of times poking around, it's just
sitting around, rotting in what looks like a welders workshop
near a train yard and where the XPT pulls through.
You can just walk in during the day, they still sit there..

Dunlop Slazenger factory - Alexandria 2006

Blown a fuse or 2














Note the tennis ball molds - There was also a big
pile of sneakers (all lefties)














This is only one of the main rooms














Dunno what this actually was but i painted it for a photo shoot.
I wedged the door open so it couldn't be easily closed
when i was inside doing it...



















Some funky shit i found by Frut IM





























The Dunlop factory is highly frequented by writers
but no vagrants live there either like the Kelly's factory.. I've
spent a bit of time in there and only ever come across a small group
of young toys..

I painted in their solo a lot, with 2 photographers and about
20 grands worth of equipment between them.

The place consisted of 2 big factory floors one was
2 levels, I like the upper level because it let in heaps of natural light.
The only problem was the roof so so riddled full of holes, the
sunshine would cause a disco ball kind of effect and spray dots of
light everywhere. The other building was full of offices with
filing cabinets with paperwork and big desks and shit..
So demolished but still sort of intact.. But full of dank smelly mould
and a really empty, eerie kind of feeling.. You could sense death in
many places i reckon or is that just me.. I always think twice
before entering the darkened offices, and brace myself..
If i'm crazy enough to be in here i wonder who really is??..
Raaargh!!
The Texas chainsaw massacre guy or fukn Jason??..

Looking in some rooms sent a chill up my spine.. Especially the old
lift and a dark room in the upstairs factory section i had walked
through a number of times and painted both sides of it..
The only time i saw a non writer in there, was with Feste and Jiesk.
Doing a 3 namer on the right hand side and some guy swiftly and
quietly walked across the floor towards us and headed into that room
and through a doorway which lead to the roof. In no less than a minute
i followed to see where he got to. When i went outside i walked along
the track as far right, and as far left as i could and this bloke
was nowhere to be seen... weird??...
Soon after i learnt apparently DRS crew took random photos in there,
after exploring it once a few years before. They went home and viewed
them on the PC, the flash lit up what looked to be a body hanging out
of a garbage bag, sure enough it was. So they had to alert the police
and show them where the corpse was located..

Once when we finished up after i painting for about 6 hours we
went to Newtown shops and everyone was looking at me funny,
then in Redfern Maccas all the families and a group of aboriginals
were looking at me funny.. I was like
"Yeah you know it i was there i bombed it"
I finally got home, had some buges for about 45 mins relaxin on the
couch then thought i better have a shower.. When i looked in the
mirror i was horrified to find a definite black triangle shape around
my lips and chin where the respirator was, i was doing a lot of
black background up high and paint dust must of settled on my face.

Not even the photographers said a word..

Soon got over this place when i found ABC but i did find a nice
Dunlop stencil to add to the useless junk collection..

Old ABC Studios - Gore Hill 2007

Spooked progress
















Sketch by Sofles
















Yeah you know it...




























For the C.E.O - In the front offices. Close to the demolition..














The boys got their nice piece of real estate right there in the office



















In danger but safely tucked down the back garage...














In action, after crawling around to find the safest place to paint
away from the demolition crew














Another freestyle in the main courtyard - the studios were up a level
and to the far right














This building was extremely dark inside - workshop



















Didn't venture too high above the workshops it was far too dark and we
were never prepared with torches to explore deeper.














The back gate and a sense of relief to be outta there..















This place was like home for 6 months, every weekend, solo or
accompanied with a partner or an interesting theme park for
crew visits. We kept it on the mega down low and crept around
the demolition workers week in week out taking up every nice
piece of real estate..

I watched this place from a distance for 12 months before
heading in.. think it must of housed some huge underground
raves and shit like that, there was empty alcohol bottles and
cans everywhere.. Not much of the graffiti, but the place was
smashed up. Some huge mirrors in the main studios were
unfortunately shattered, they would of been so nice to paint..
A lot of doors, walls and windows were intact as it wasn't all
that old i guess. Like sound proofing in the recording room
and other things interesting to people salvaging copper and
light fittings etc. I only ever had run ins with labourers doing that
or demolition workers and spooked paranoid illusions..
No one seemed to live there...

Getting spooked by the wind or asbestos poisoning,
the workers or random police visits i was hearing about wasn't
enough to keep me away from this 3 level 6 building
playground complex..
First time i went i did the for the C.E.O piece for Brsky.
Feste wanted to go to the pub and was rushing me.
He said a piece of ceiling tile just flew across the room,
i joked and said it could be a ghost.
Then he went to peek around a corner, i just sussed out like 2
minutes before and this massive guy jumped out like
Raaaarrrgh!!! Good old Festo shat and sprung about 6 feet
in the air, his knees didn't even bend like a cat.
It was so funny but tense for about a minute till we realised they
were cool and they were in there salvaging shit.
We nicknamed him "Mountain" he said
"If you's see the coppas hey fellas you'll let us know hey?"
We said
"No sweat, likewise"
A couple of weeks later we witnessed him pulling a massive
copper pipe from a 30 foot high ceiling with his bare hands..


I did the Sofles ghostwriters piece there solo over 3 weekends
after getting spooked out too much..

Who did i take here... Umm.. Brsky, Area, Mekso, Festo,
Video & Cispeo..

Once i went with a girlfriend who wandered off alone when i was
piecing. She came running back screaming being chased by some
big boy Islanders.. I only saw them emerge from a darkened garage
with a nasty look in their eye on their approach.
When they saw me they come straight up, between them they were
like 10 times my size. And i wasn't feeling too good about the
situation. she was behind me, I had a tight grip of my ext. baton
but felt i did some talking to get outta that one...
It was all good.. One seemed to like the graff, he did all the talking
but i think the other was more interested in the girl.

Until one day myself and 2 photographers were spotted doing a
shoot in one of the old studios that were pretty much pitch black.
I was posing in hoodies up against what looked like a police line up,
with height levels.. We heard voices and i darted to the other room
to pack the cans i was holding back into my green bag of paint and
walked back in, only to be rushed by 10 neanderthal like silhouettes
of demolition workers with steel poles ready to start swinging
shit down, one had a 6 year old kid that looked like he could draw
enough blood to put you in critical condition.
They fully surrounded us in no time and our only defence is that we're
photographers, despite my Ironlak hoody.. They assured us if we
were "Stealing shit or vandalising the place" they would of given
us a touch up and held us until the cops to come.. Then they
explained the dangers of being in condemned building that was
being torn down.. etc etc..

Thankfully the police weren't called and we were set free unharmed..

That was my last visit.

Next i heard heaps of young kids were going there and were
getting raided by cops, a few got busted in there, but we had
already pimped it out and moved on..

Roller Stomper

Forced to mark up my first roller stomper with the help of Brske and Mekso














Done before the night of the big Murwillumbah drive,
we freakishly found what we were looking for the next morning
to aid with the mission proceeding

Random documentations starting from 2006 onwards...

Disappointed after the 2006 Murwillumbah Jam was cancelled
due to rain we took shelter in an ancient gothic tunnel..
















Took ages because we were in battle mode
and also on the level after searching around for
the performance enhancers lost on trackside
in the early hours of the morning..





















A dope secluded location, northern NSW.
Hopefully the pieces will age this nicely..





















I flew into town especially for the Murwillumbah jam.
Hooked up with the crew and we got into the action,
straight up..
The car ride down south was a crazy buzz, the girls
couldn't get a word in.. Constant rambling on top of
beats blastin.. A sense of power, mateship and hype
building ready to hit the competition head on..

It poured down with rain all day..

We tried telling the organisers the comp isn't called off,
but it didn't work Still not giving up, especially when
everbody else did.. We ended up at this nice little spot
as compensation.. Whoever gathered here that day,
it was surely mad chillen with you all.

It's the TBK way, the spirit of rabid underdogs hungry
for that burning smell..

Anyplace, anytime..