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Butter_Milkshake Posted June 23, 2010 Share Posted June 23, 2010 saw an elf tag in a bathroom downtown this weekend, wish i had a camera to flick it, anyways big ups to this guy, rest in peace. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LOOKUPTOME Posted June 23, 2010 Share Posted June 23, 2010 RIP Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
desism_ktc Posted June 23, 2010 Author Share Posted June 23, 2010 miss you bro.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
supreme79 Posted June 24, 2010 Share Posted June 24, 2010 Little something... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redeyedanimal Posted October 8, 2010 Share Posted October 8, 2010 rip elf. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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supreme79 Posted December 29, 2010 Share Posted December 29, 2010 Years back ELF caught tags on a fridge & cabinet someone left for trash around the block from my parents house. No real point in this story, just cool remembering it... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Focused On Graff Posted January 15, 2011 Share Posted January 15, 2011 If you have any photos on flickr of Elf or any other fallen writers could you please add them to this group... Thanks http://www.flickr.com/groups/1610855@N22/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mokoes Posted January 18, 2011 Share Posted January 18, 2011 yo can anyone give us a breakdown on mpc? was cap the head of mpc? rip elf. who from mpc was in style wars with cap? just wondering for history's sake. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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desism_ktc Posted July 25, 2011 Author Share Posted July 25, 2011 He was a difficult child. Difficult in the sense that he defied conventionality. He loathed the prospect of being ordinary since it was alien to the complexity of his physiology. It was a constant struggle to be unique in a world of homogeneous people who only see things on one level. Carlucci pushed, kicked and raged against the prospect of being ordinary beyond the normal perimeters and then some. The simple truth is that he was an extraordinary human being. He shaped, prodded, manipulated an idea until it was his own—always original and ideally “Carlucci”. One of the gifts that God bestowed on Carlucci was the uncanny ability to breathe life into inanimate objects. Whatever medium he chose, from inception to execution, the end result was nothing short of spectacular. I believe that it was also a curse because of the relentless need to create screaming to break through until it was sated. Carlucci believed that we were all here to teach and help one another. Through his art he would make a difference, and he must use this gift. He rose to the challenge and achieved and excelled beyond even his own high expectations. I always worried about my “starving artist” son, but Carlucci did not consider material wealth a priority. “You can’t take it with you”, he reminded me numerous times. A passage in the bible, Ecclesiastes, chapter 5, verse 15: Naked a man comes from his mother’s womb and as he comes so he departs. He takes nothing from his labor that he can carry in his hand. It doesn’t surprise me that people whom I did not know personally have stated how Carlucci enriched their lives by his kindness and unconditional friendship. A phrase I have heard over and over is that he was loved and respected. How many people in their entire lifetime can achieve those qualities? What legacy has Carlucci left behind? He was special in every aspect; totally, irrevocably and unabashedly unique, blessed and treasured in every way possible. He is my child, he is your child, he is everyone’s child, forever and ever in our hearts. His art is bigger than life itself vibrating like the sound of thunder in the sky, Carlucci and art as one. All my love, Mom Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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desism_ktc Posted July 25, 2011 Author Share Posted July 25, 2011 just thinking about you bro,,, Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
11372 Posted July 27, 2011 Share Posted July 27, 2011 He was a difficult child. Difficult in the sense that he defied conventionality. He loathed the prospect of being ordinary since it was alien to the complexity of his physiology. It was a constant struggle to be unique in a world of homogeneous people who only see things on one level. Carlucci pushed, kicked and raged against the prospect of being ordinary beyond the normal perimeters and then some. The simple truth is that he was an extraordinary human being. He shaped, prodded, manipulated an idea until it was his own—always original and ideally “Carlucci”. One of the gifts that God bestowed on Carlucci was the uncanny ability to breathe life into inanimate objects. Whatever medium he chose, from inception to execution, the end result was nothing short of spectacular. I believe that it was also a curse because of the relentless need to create screaming to break through until it was sated. Carlucci believed that we were all here to teach and help one another. Through his art he would make a difference, and he must use this gift. He rose to the challenge and achieved and excelled beyond even his own high expectations. I always worried about my “starving artist” son, but Carlucci did not consider material wealth a priority. “You can’t take it with you”, he reminded me numerous times. A passage in the bible, Ecclesiastes, chapter 5, verse 15: Naked a man comes from his mother’s womb and as he comes so he departs. He takes nothing from his labor that he can carry in his hand. It doesn’t surprise me that people whom I did not know personally have stated how Carlucci enriched their lives by his kindness and unconditional friendship. A phrase I have heard over and over is that he was loved and respected. How many people in their entire lifetime can achieve those qualities? What legacy has Carlucci left behind? He was special in every aspect; totally, irrevocably and unabashedly unique, blessed and treasured in every way possible. He is my child, he is your child, he is everyone’s child, forever and ever in our hearts. His art is bigger than life itself vibrating like the sound of thunder in the sky, Carlucci and art as one. All my love, Mom Beautifully written.. Respect... RIP ELF.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
substanceOVERhype Posted August 1, 2011 Share Posted August 1, 2011 Elf was an incredibly cool mother fucker. He is missed. RIP. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
desism_ktc Posted March 27, 2012 Author Share Posted March 27, 2012 I'm just thinking about the last time I saw you. We were having drinks at that Westchester Square bar, felt like it was 1987 all over again, no cares, just good times and hanging with crew. Finished painting those pieces at the rooftops and then were like fuck it lets hang… I'm getting to that stage in my life where I lose more friends than making new ones, but I want you to know that I am trying to stay right. I struggle every day. It's hard seeing the things in my dreams the way we used to see them back in the old days. I miss hanging with the crew the way we used to. They are either far away or long gone having taken the West bound out of this world. Anyway my brother, I know you are up there doing your thing, I just wanted to say that you are not forgotten. ELF MPC 4EVER... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
King Ku Posted July 18, 2012 Share Posted July 18, 2012 http://morrisparkcrew.wordpress.com/2012/07/05/morris-park-crew-book/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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