The story of TWEE first broke with fellow photographer Tracy Clayton’s phone interview posted on ReadySetDC.  I already had some images of TWEE’s posters on 14th and U Streets, but I finally got a window into this tagger’s lovable “badass” personality because of Mr. Clayton’s deep throat connections to chase down the artist.  Calling Shepard Fairey a “punk,” TWEE is a paradox of stormy sunshine.  I get the impression this artist eats expired Valentine’s Day candy, frequently falls in love with the wrong person and might have reverse ambidexterity.

Luckily, I found TWEE electronically and my interpretations were confirmed.  Over e-mail they wrote, “I believe that every good thing in life comes with a catch. Even that silver lining has a hole in it. Even in the imagery, there are contradictions. Good/Bad. Happy/Sad. Evil/Pure.”

As yet unidentified in the DC art world, TWEE’s soul feeds from a soggy Happy Meal box.  But what do you think?  Leave us a comment.

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