Inflated white tubes connected all windows of two floors with each other. Each tube threaded several windows in a random order. The result was a huge chaotic knot infront of the facade. In the night the lights from the inside were shining through the translucent foil.
by Nicolás Santiago Romero Escalada
I was born, they fed me, educated me, instructed me, and shaped me, but no one ever made me “discover” graffiti. We came together by chance upon seeing and analyzing one another (with the street in the middle) and we taught one another, getting to know each other in the moment just before my pre-teen period (it was either masturbate or paint something).
First I thought that it could be a passtime, and then I realized that I had quit cigarettes but not graffiti. On the contrary, I felt that it was growing more each day…there is no day when I don’t think about: what to paint, where to paint, how to paint, what day, what hour, basically organizing my life around it.
At the end of this new decade I realized the value of the message left behind within 48 hours of the exercise (painting). Thinking that revolutions are told on the walls says a lot about that, let’s say, as a sort of direct protest of society for society. I think that graffiti is a point of connection for people, at least that’s what I like to explore with this beautiful activity.
I discovered my style by accident, when love (maybe the culprit of the greatest idiocies of mankind) brought me to creating the face of an ex girlfriend and I saw that it came relatively easily…maybe I made her a little fat and her nose a bit crooked, but from a distance it looked just like her. The thing is that I had always been fascinated by the human body, the meat that hides the bones, what we hold inside, and more than that of just its function, no?
So, to combine a small obsession for the body with a love of experimentation with people, the only way is with the idealization of something with a religious slant. Religion has put symbols in our heads that come out even today in our ways of representing the body. Each person sanctifies when they ignore.
This is the result of my work, to give importance to the inconsequential, to “deify” an unremarkable person.
Vhils is now rigging explosives to create his pieces.
Crossing Lines by Andrew Telling
A short film that documents Irish artist Conor Harrington trip to Tel Aviv, Israel and Bethleham, Palestine in May 2010.
Robo-Rainbow is one of Akay’s “Instruments of Mass Destructions”, a.k.a. “complicated technical solutions to aide in simple acts of vandalism”.
Not necessarily the most practical of all ideas … Would hate to get stopped by the cops with that thing attached to my bike … But it is still pretty awesome all the same!


