I Illustrate Robots
You stare down the vert, drop in, air surges past, gravity not taking effect quite yet, then flattens out knees bent, then repeat.
Just because you are old in age
Doesn’t mean you can’t be young at heart.
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Nothing better than feeling the wind on your face, as you cruise with your favorite tunes.
That glorious sound of the polyurethane rolling on the asphalt
The 80’s were filled with rumours of an abandoned pool behind the haunted house. Ahh, the good old days of skating.
"Little Red Riding Hood"
11” x 14” 100lb matte paper, signed by me!
The monent of near take off, the silence of air.
Riding the hood on your board, the rumble of the asphalt at your feet, nothing else matters, until you need to eat.
Skating around, doing what you do best, flying through the air, now that feels nice.
Sometimes I think back to the days where I used to skate. I was never good, but always had fun.
© Matt Q Spangler 2011–2014
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