THREE ACES: AROE HA

It was easy, but MTN World has finally got its hands on The Three Aces of Aroe HA. While the sharp style and relentless rhythm of this legendary writer speak for themselves, the experiences he recounts make each of the chosen productions even more interesting. It’s an honor to be able to publish the three most valuable pieces of this aristocrat of British graffiti royalty.

The whole car picture:

“who doesn’t enjoy an amusing character on a whole car?”

• I’d just had my gold teeth done in Germany and my head was still numb. Me and Atom decided to go to visit Seyar with Beser anyway, as its always a good time. We drove to a spot and all did whole cars. Of all the cars I’ve ever done, this one feels like the funkiest, and I love the tempo and groove of the letters, plus the character was just funny and who doesn’t enjoy an amusing character on a whole car?

The big colour piece:

“I hate painting small, so every time I can make my piece dwarf the pieces near it, I will.”

• This was painted in Eindhoven opposite the PSV Football Stadium on the main street with Babs, Dart, Bios and numerous other good guys. I hate painting small, so every time I can make my piece dwarf the pieces near it, I will. This one is one of my favourites, as on reflection, I wouldn’t change any part or adjust any line, which is rare for me.

The bullet hole block piece:

“When I did my piece, I felt it was disrespectful to paint over any of the holes in case they were part of a hail of bullets that’d taken someone’s life”

• I was in the Golan heights with Norm, Gypsy & Ces, and we ended up at the Syrian border at a hospital that’d been the scene of heavy fighting. There were bullet holes everywhere, the more I looked around the more it disturbed me. When I did my piece, I felt it was disrespectful to paint over any of the holes in case they were part of a hail of bullets that’d taken someone’s life, so instead I painted around them careful to show my respects to those that’d lost their lives. This had a major affect on me, and following events are the stuff of graffiti folklore as the four of us separated from the group in a car we rustled filled with as much paint as we could take.