A Graffiti Artist Hides; Reporter Seeks
By JESSICA REAVES
Published: March 26, 2010
It came to me in one of those terrifying flashes of clarity that drive some people to drink and and others to gorge on pie: My life had become a cut-rate Samuel Beckett play.
I’d been waiting for snacki — an elusive graffiti artist who has developed an appreciative following in Chicago — for nearly four months. And on a recent Friday evening, I should have been triumphant: After endless negotiations and delays, the person whose work had begun populating my dreams finally had agreed to call me. Now I just had to be patient. And rearrange my schedule. And wait.
I’d first heard about snacki from an acquaintance who had been tracking his signature faces — droopy eyed and highly expressive — for more than three years. Linda Holland, a Chicago designer and writer, now owns several pieces of snacki’s art, each acquired via a painstaking (some might say maddening) sequence of e-mail messages, and, eventually, meetings with snacki’s “agent,” a 20-something guy who wore paint-splattered pants to their most recent rendezvous.
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