When I first sprayed with a can in 1997, I didn’t even know it was called graffiti. For me, it was just another way to kill time and have some fun. I made my first lines without knowing the history of graffiti or how society viewed it. I had no idea that this first can in my hand would set the course of my life and shape me as an adult – both professionally and as a passion. Even as a kid, I loved to draw. Subconsciously, I must have always been searching for my niche, a way to express myself artistically. Graffiti fit perfectly into my rebellious teenage years – it gave me adrenaline, a bond with my peers, and a sense of uniqueness because not everyone could do what I did. There were times when graffiti was my entire life.
I’ve always been inspired by works from the streets of the ’90s, where graffiti breathed freedom and creativity. Those places taught me that the street can be the greatest art gallery, accessible to everyone.
Today, as an adult, I see painting as an escape from the everyday grind. I enjoy discovering new possibilities, playing with form, and experimenting with techniques I’ve known for years. In my art, I primarily use spray paints and markers – the essential tools of graffiti artists that still bring me the most joy. My art is deeply rooted in the street and train graffiti where it all began, and that will always be my foundation.
Now, when I paint canvases, I try to fill the gap left by the illegal actions of my youth. I also create legal productions on the city streets because the street is a space where art truly lives and breathes. My paintings are meant to bring you visual pleasure, while I take joy in the act of creating them. It’s an exchange of energy that has been ongoing since the moment I held that first can in my hand.
