Tu sais ce que j'en fais moi, de tes pubs ?
Street collages made out of advertising placards taken down from the street and brought back in a different, much more poetic shape.
The pedestrian public may wonder whether the shape is moving up or down on the sidewalk or whether it is still expanding. Because it breathes, that's for sure ^^
Nokill Island #7 took flight on February 10th, Paris College of Art, Paris 10th. See also this blog post. It might well a turning point for those gigantic collages...
Nokill Island #6 spread on January 31st in Paris, 6th. Merci Rachele 🥰
Nokill Island #5 as a tremendous way to start 2021, Rue de Seine, Paris 6th. Thank you Kristen 🤗
Nokill Island #4 emerged in Dec. 2020 in Paris, 18th.
I was invited by @lamanufactureparisienne.
Nokill Island #3 was created live in Dec. 2020 in Paris, 11th. We (@59Rivoli artists and friends) were invited by Majestic Bastille Movie theater. As a sign of protest against the government decision to keep cultural places closed despite the lack of evidences it was helping against COVID19 propagation - and despite the obvious (including economic) evidences that art and culture are essential.
I consider the colors given from the advertising placards taken down from the streets as a given set from which I produce a piece. They are providing me with the initial colors. I isolate a color tearing down the paper into pieces. I am using my hands, more or less carefully. In the end, my hands are full of glue which makes my gesture still less precise or precious: this is part of the game. I obtain a shape with a somehow plain color.
I arrange the pieces in a way that seems intrinsically “logical” as a string of words would compose a meaningful sentence. While composing with the pieces, I am improvising, guided by the feeling that “this could happen this way for real”: the yellow could come out of the orange and expand in this direction in a fluid manner, then turning into black abruptly. An imperfect puzzle that I decipher and invent at the same time while doing it, as if groping around, following an invisible, instinctive logic, a voice that comes from within the forms and that expresses itself through rapprochements, fluid shifts or sharp contrasts. In the end I give birth to an island that emerges from the sidewalk or the walls and whose breathing and/or floating remain perceivable. As a metaphor of a singular presence that is both rooted and alive, having its own existence and evolution overtime. A mutant organic utopian heterotopia that would transmit its mood and atmosphere to the viewer. Releasing those islandic organisms is part of the process. It marks both its end and a new beginning for the pieces: out of their initial form and surface, they will find their own way.
Nokill Island #2 was taken back to the street Rue Jacob, Paris 6th. A place that had been squatted one year ago to denounce the thousands of square meters left abandoned by their owner (actually, the French Ministry of education and Research). The place is still empty.
I was drawn to compose and glue Nokill Island #1 on the fourth floor of the building Rue d'Aboukir (Paris, 2nd arrondissement). We occupied this place as it was left abandoned by its owners, who are more than wealthy enough to support artists and precarious people. But they chose not to and had us evacuated.