Keith Haring is a figure that hardly needs an introduction. Eye-catching recognisable style, murals, sculptures, drawings in public spaces - all this intense artistic presence settled firmly into the public consciousness in the early and mid 80s, turning Haring into one of the most celebrated and popularised artists we know.
Next Saturday is more than just another showpiece. It is a celebration of an art form still in its infancy really, with plenty of potential to mutate and transform. It could also be a starting point for a whole new generation of would-be graffiti artists, whether they chose to spray on walls, plaster stickers on lamp-posts or paste photocopied art on tatty old buildings.
With renovation and entrepreneurial enthusiasm happening across the city and spring boarding, for me, from the re-opening of the Bullring Centre back in 2003 - the year I moved to this great city - the best is still to come. The smell of success is starting to fill the noses of the citizens of Birmingham and they are beginning to realize the potential of this place. Watch out world, here come the Brummies!
The Arts have seen better days, a time when they were wined and dined and had sweet nothings whispered in their ears before being paraded through the streets to great fanfare. But it would seem that those times are long over and the Arts are now that ex-partners who have had too many promises broken and left on the scrap heap scraping for pennies.
I was out of the house like a flash after Stacey had gone. She was to spend the day at a first aid training course that would last until 5pm. This gave me nine hours to paint the biggest piece I'd ever attempted: 50ft long by 15ft tall, four characters and seven massive, crunchy letters. I quickly sketched out the outline before filling in the background, the letters and, lastly, added the final details to the characters. Easy.
Monday morning and the festivities of 420 and Bradford Street was awash with new pieces from the famous and infamous of Birmingham's street art scene. Alive and kicking, but just not very good at blowing it's own trumpet. So, as an adopted son of this city, that's where I will happily step in and learn to play the trumpet.
A time where the Houses of Parliament are hosting an auction for the proceeds of a Banksy wall piece to be donated to charity, where the NYC Department of Transportation has made street art a priority, judges are pardoning artists due to their obvious talents and we bear witness to the ultimate irony - Walmart selling prints of Banksy's 'Destroy Capitalism' to the mass market.