I found this stickerloo on a red 98 Chevy. I found the Chevy in my driveway and I can say that the sticker is aging much better than the truck. I made this sticker 5 or 6 years ago and it is holding up pretty well, though is finally showing some signs of age.
Here is the problem with becoming a bitchy ass fine art critic like myself: when it comes down to it, people want to know, "OK, if this guy is the world-renowned authority on stickerloo, let's see what he's got." It's like that creative writing teacher from college who had never once published anything. Or the acting teacher who never acted. Wherein lies his authority, you ask? Is he qualified to praise or talk shit about Austin's stickerloo artists, or is he just some other no talent low budget blogger?
I will answer all of your concerns here. At one time I was widely considered (and yes i considered my self as well) to be the Imperial Ninja Master of stickerloo. I had never met a challenger whom I could not take on confidently and so my fame grew. Many imitated, but none were able to match my skills. "moose twat" was one of my famous early works that for a few weeks in the spring of 1996 adorned the pedestrian crossing sign across from Umlauf Scupture Garden. When the sticker was taken down (by some prudish Barton Hills parent, no doubt, who publicly loathed my vulgarity but secretly coveted one of my early works), I replaced the stickerloo with something even more vulgar: "i eat moose twat." It was instantly removed, by foe or by fan I shall never know. I was emboldened by this and replaced it again, upping the ante: "eat moose twat or die." Stolen. My last piece in this series took on a patriotic angle, and read: "moose twat is as american as apple pie"*. This time it was not the sticker that was stolen, but the entire sign. Somewhere in my archives I have a photograph of the barren pole. (I should also note that my car at the time was adorned with one of my favorite stickerloos of all time: sit on a potato pan, otis. It was long and beautiful and onomatopoeiac.)
Now for the analysis of my own work, which I'm sure all of my detractors are eagerly anticipating. Actually, you know what, detractors you can all suck it. This piece is far from perfect (what was I thinking with that slide at the end? And the spacing in real? Seriously amateurish stuff from a known master) but it has three notable qualities which is why I'm sharing it with you: 1) The n is awesome, true to form, and usually not done by beginning stickerlautists. It is made from several letters. The main stroke and bowl are from the stock d, turned upside down. The terminals of the n are cut from the l. It is important to maintain an appropriate aperture, such that this letter looks as if it was part of the original font. This example does. 2) The v here is one of the better examples I've seen, crafted from the w. The v and y are two of the hardest retrofit stickerloo letters to craft. 3) this shit is funny! Bound to irk some conservatives who may see it as blasphemous, but there's a flip side to that coin: a lot of people who love jesus also love elvis.
*Hunter Cross, now a local artist in more mainstream disciplines than stickerloo, followed this with the very inspired (and true): "david loves moose twat medium rare." (honestly it was more of a like than a love, but young Hunter had not yet figured out how to craft a k)
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