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by Anaid Damir ( Art critic , Paris )
Who are the adults and who are the children? Who are the oppressors and who are the oppressed? Are the agents and so-called guardians of the peace or criminals and robbers who hold real power in the urban world? These are all questions that appear in transparency in the exhibition of Jaya Bludeau at the Studio 55. "Fuck growing up" resonates as a burst of voices and joy pushed into a quiet street. Always a tag in advance and a can of spray in the hand, urban writers leave there art in full sight of these adults who have lost the notion of innocence. Through a tag, an explosion on a canvas, a photograph or an installation, "Fuck growing up" reminds us that we prefer to see the kids play with spray paint rather than weapons . From Boston to Berlin and Paris, where he now lives, the artist has taken from the streets to reconstitute a living space with: posters, painting and photographs.

As if entering into the skin of the streets, the notion of public and private is lost, in a gallery with a series of actors and urban objects: from the Police taggeur, via advertising posters. A war of cultures and colors between writers and representatives of the authority. His posters collected from the streets of Paris seem to resist time, bringing us back to the legacy of the New Realism artists such as Jacques Villéglé or Raymond Hains. Well anchored in reality, Jaya tags as he breathes , the gesture brings its own existence. "I exist" reminds us of a graffiti on a wall. As at Lascaux in the cave, when one of the first men left the imprint of his hand… Jaya brings us back to the genesis of a gesture, the nature of man: tagging in peace.

fuck growing up jaya bludeau the studio 55

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