Monday, October 25, 2010

D.l. Mclallen, Exxonmobil

write on the walls


Ancora scritte murali, immagini ritrovate in una cartella al lavoro, del tempo (tre anni fa e mezzo fa) in cui mi sono occupato con Alessandro, pontederese di chiara fama, dell'argomento in questione. 

L'amicizia con Alessandro mi portò a conoscere un piccolo (solo come dimensioni aziendali) simpatico publisher who gave me a fantastic book .

In the book there was things like this here that you see above, but divided into many subjects intimately connected with each other (love, drugs, love of drugs, etc.). ;

The graffiti are a popular story that the city writes about his own skin. A web of tattoos that depict the scenes to tell dauber messengers, were told, but always and in any case deliberately to capture the attention of others.

The writings are not graffiti. They are in the latter as a popular romance is in the Divine Comedy. But unlike art objects burst into the city with an identity that would show up but can never do it. Instead, the graffiti is art without an artist. The writing is alive because the rear is soiled or not that professional signature and signature to attract.

And he uses humor and impudence. Search the public's attention because without it would not be rationale. The graffiti has another location: it lives by itself, soars in the city as a ghost, has no rules and no boundaries, does not seek consensus, but it is pure expression anonymously. To live like this art. The written warning and it is pure trivia, and irony in / of everyday life.



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