My eyes have been licking the walls of Paris. I needed that so much, a break from it all. Of course once you start the hunt for street art, it is a little bit like going to work. Walking on blistered feet, in the wrong shoes (when will I ever learn?). You almost get to the point of "f*ckit, it isn't worth it", when you strike gold. And then it is. Totally. I am going to start with the best, my first Kashink spotting. It was love a first sight.
My heart was racing, this is right up there with German street artists Various and Gould, to me.
In a collaboration with IZO.
From that moment on, all I wanted was to find more Kashink. Nothing else mattered.
Here is a collaboration with Bault, in another part of town. I read up on Kashink, a female French street artist painting fat, gay men. Humorous and colorful in support of the basic human rights for gays, like marriage. In the Bastille area I spotted some of "The Johns", paste up heads with small messages.
Oh come on dude!
A John detail, by Kashink.
It turns out she was just interviewed by Jaime of the Brooklyn Street Art Blog, isn't that classic? Like surfing the same wave, oceans apart. Another yummy discovery was AMOUR. Psychedelic stuff.
With something that I consider a pretty accurate street art portrait of me. Ha.
A lot of these were caught in Vitry sur Seine, as the writing on the wall there says:
The city is an open air museum.
It was only once I started researching the artists, to be able to credit them properly that I realised how many of my favorites were female. So varied, so raw and so wild. It makes me oddly happy. Here is a piece by Céleste Java.
Konny Steding below.
Tell me about your fears. Tell me what you want.It was not until I saw all this that I fully realized what we miss in Copenhagen. Street art have become so scarce here, perhaps because it thrives in quarters with mixed income inhabitants. The poor and low income households have so much to offer a city, but they are systematically being cleaned out. The currency they pay in, is not accepted or appreciated in Copenhagen, by those in charge.
They don't know what they are killing, by overlooking this. Street art is a sign of a healthy and creative city, the total absence of it should be a cause for concern.
Bikes in street art. I can't make out the signature, let me know if you recognize the artist!
And a big, wild one by Belgian ROA, oh!
A toad in his natural habitat.
So much to learn from Paris, and more to come. I just need to breathe before I go to work on the next one.