Shamanic

I don't know about you but I am feeling a little bit shamanic. So much so, that the fat cat entrepreneurial spirit has entered my body and forced me to put another T shirt on the market. I have been a right little shit with this one by taking a photograph of graffiti art that I took of a wall in Shoreditch, London in 2015, slapped the word Shaman on the top of it and Bob's your Uncle, £17.50 in yer back pocket guvnor. Next thing you know I'll have a stall down Petticoat Lane selling apples and pears. Now I am going to use this blog post to ask for the graffiti artist to step forward. I haven't sold any of the beauties below yet but if I do I want to make sure that the Graffiti/Wall Artist is remunerated or at least acknowledged if it turns out to be a Banksy. I have cheated. I have taken somebody else's work and slapped it on a product and am trying to sell it for profit but I ain't no Sir Phillip Green. 

Shaman

It's not the first time I have been caught doing this type of thing. The last time I took a photograph of some graffiti art in Sevenoaks Park, Grangetown, Cardiff and stuck it on the front of a slim volume of poetry. No credit given to the artist then either because again I didn't know who they were. 

Graffiti Girls by David Williams

The profits from both enterprises thus far are negligible but if you are reading this and you fancy supporting an Indy Writer & T Shirt Entrepreneur I will endeavor to recompense the above Wall Artists if they can make themselves known to me. I would like to apologise to them for using their work without permission but my defence would be that they are too good just to be left up on a wall. They need a wider audience. They might not get that with me but at least I am trying. A conscience is a terrible thing I tell you!