I first met artist Denise DeSpirito in New York in the summer of 2005. She was a friendly face amongst a sea of Williamsburg/Lower East Side posturing, and as far as I knew, the only girl running with a riff raff crew of street art boy renegades. Visually, her own work needed no crutches (I think she was making particularly striking detailed drawings at the time), and from what I could gather for our handful of brief hangouts, for her there was little distinction between art and life. It was all one and the same.
