our british friend Word To Mother spent 7 hot days in town, as soon as he got here a very sweet old man agreed on letting him paint the side of his house

him and his wife were on their 70s’ and they were both beautiful and sweet. it was a breath of fresh air to hang out with them on their roof and a pleasure to hear all their stories. as soon as we were finished being hosted by such a lovely couple we were all in a great mood and we decided to go and paint an illegal wall

it was inexplicably easy to paint it and nobody was bothering us until this random guy popped out of nowhere screaming at us that we fucked his car with paint! now, true that he was not good at talking as he could only scream (IMAGINE IF YOU COULD JUST WRITE IN CAPITAL LETTERS) but the guy was a true genius at physics! he had stipulated a innovative theory of winds - in situ - wich asserts that a gust of wind, if well pissed off, can carry a drop of paint and keep it intact for more then 30mt if there is a new Audi to hit on the other end of the road! the situation was turning into a real nightmear and his 20 friends were encouraging him to get fisical to defend his brand new theory…what a weird nightmear was that, there is really no point in me telling this story if not to post this video from spike lee’s “do the right thing” wich illustrates it so well i had to introduce it properly:

too bad we had no faults here and our twin story didnt have the same happy ending spike wrote for his movie… it ended up with me paying the repairment of the car off the glorious festival budget to make sure we could get over it soon and we wouldnt get our ass kicked by an equipe of 20 unsuspected physics in caps lock mode on…
anyway, word to mother finished the wall

and all the crew moved to the studio, where he could create an insanely beautiful work of crafts for his installation at the gallery

and get us busy on a lovely screenprint wich he handfinished with watercolors later (it will be available here soon)

this one above is the last piece he did downtown. we could hear people upstairs eating and watching tv while their old rusted metal panel downstairs was baing carefully painted. this, togheter with the thousands preciousness of the man himself is the thing i love the most about Word To Mother, he’s always looking at weird bits around, he’ll stare at things that you’ve passed by everyday for years but you’ve never actually seen them.

i guess it’s a way to reveal the beauty of unnoticed things, make you realize about their existance as single objects and finally make you wonder about their history. they’ve probably been there since way longer then you have and you’ve just assumed them as part of the setting. personally, i take it as a chance to explore every little piece of the landscape we’re in, to get to know it better and, eventually, to love it more.