Arek was born before you were, and is likely to die before you as well. His family has roots in a part of the country which is now underwater, and his childhood was spent in the relative splendor of the Los Angeles area which has since become a factory, a fortress and a pharmacy and is now, alas, someone else's hood. To the untrained eye, Mr. Arek's hometown would not appear to be filled with secrets. Untrained eyes have been wrong before.The aftermath of the scandal was swift, brutal and inaccurately reported in the periodicals of the day. It is true, however, that Mr. Arek was stripped of several awards by the reigning authorities, including Honorable Mention, the Graff Legends award and First Runner Up. The High Council reached a convenient if questionable verdict and Mr. Arek found himself in exile.Though his formal training was chiefly in rhetorical analysis, he has spent the last several eras doing 'graff' on freight's. This project, being photographed by a good friend of his, takes him to the scenes of numerous crimes, often during the offseason. Eternally pursued and insatiably inquisitive, a hermit and a nomad, Mr. Arek wishes you nothing but the best.Due to the world-wide web of conspiracy which surrounds him, Mr. Arek often communicates with the general public through his representative, 'nomad'. Mr. Arek has had a relatively uneventful life, and is the artist of over 100 pieces and bombs , none of which are anywhere near as dreadful as Mr. Arek's. Like Mr. Arek, Mr. Nomad wishes you nothing but the best.-
