Le Viaduct des Arts in Paris become my art gallery back in 2021 when Covid still affect many of us.
Suddenly, by the streets of Paris, I find around 20 wooden boards, garbage from a shop. Some of the boards had magnets on the back so I thought about making my art as ‘traffic signals’ and as the organic factor has been a big part of my art process I decided to make the collection in a park and about the organic movement calling it as:
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Revolutions Disguised as Gardening.
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A spontaneous production of paintings became street art in Paris, a place that is known by its rich history of art. The city some how connected with me and my art. It vibrated, provided me this intervention and gave new purpose to stuff that was going to be trash.
Artworks ‘planted’ during a sunny Sunday morning...
And then, one week later I came back… curious to know what happened to all those painting I left around the park. —Via Instagram I already knew that some were taken and adopted.— When I got there I found out all the loose paintings were no longer by the tunnel where I left them (btw, no news from most of them). The signs, those with magnets over the metal structures, were still there. In the next weeks I went back to the park over and over to see what’s new, every week something happened: at some point someone turned one piece up side down, another day one piece had a small spelling correction in my poor French, at some point another had a change in the sayings and from "Lose time -> Invest <-” it become “Pearl of time. Invest", a poetic interaction by a stranger. The exhibition was nos longer mine, somehow it became alive and started to organically transcendent.
