So, wheatpasting guerrilla art on the mean Manhattan streets should have felt like the rebellious act of a disenfranchised youth, lashing out against a cold uncaring system.  Instead, incredibly, there were people clustered around asking polite and searching questions about the project as I busily defaced advertisements on my little patch of Chelsea.

However disillusioned I may be about the sexy rebel lifestyle of a graffiti artist this project has made me incredibly happy. Here’s a little preview of what’s going to be published in the Transmetropolitan Art Book. I highly recommend picking up a copy when it hits comic book stores in a few months.

Bonus:

Transmet NYC on BoingBoing.