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Le Plateau-Mont-Royal, 4236, St-Laurent.
Peinture murale, Festival MURAL
Description de l'Å“uvre
Fasciné par les animaux, Roa estime qu’ils « ont beaucoup plus à dire sur le monde que n’importe quelle autre créature», lors d’une interview pour le magazine FatCap. A chacun de ses voyages aux quatre coins du monde et sur tous les continents, il peint à la bombe aérosol des animaux locaux. Il couvre d’abord d’une peinture blanche la surface à peindre puis finit au marqueur les détails de la bête. Endormie, vivante ou morte. Son but étant de faire réfléchir le spectateur. Qu’il se fasse sa propre interprétation. « Que cela lui inspire de la créativité, qu’il s’engage en faveur de l’environnement ou qu’il jette juste un œil à ma peinture et je suis heureux », dit-il lors d’une interview pour le magazine contemporain Hi Fructose. D’autant que la symbolique des animaux varie d’un pays et d’une culture à l’autre. Roa invite donc le spectateur à s’interroger sur la place de l’homme et des animaux dans le monde actuel.
Sur le mur d’un musée ou dans une usine désaffectée en banlieue, Roa aime que se noue une interaction entre l’humain et la nature. Peindre des animaux est pour lui une manière de faire que la nature réintègre les lieux bétonnés. D’ailleurs, il se plait aussi à faire vivre son art dans des lieux désertiques, comme en Gambie ou au Cambodge, dans un village abandonné. En Afrique, ce qui touche davantage Roa c’est l’implication des populations locales. « Peindre en Afrique est une expérience unique et spéciale », dit-il. « C’est un engagement avec la communauté locale et un procédé de création très intense. »
Fils de l’American way of life
S’il garde mystérieuse son identité, et son visage toujours caché, on sait de Roa qu’il est né en 1975 et a grandi en Belgique dans les années 80. Dans un univers bercé par la culture américaine. Musique, films, graffitis et skates font partie de sa vie. Il écoute Public Enemy, est fan des Beastie Boys et de Jimi Hendrix et reste impressionné par le réalisateur David Lynch. Il apprécie la créativité de Picasso, le génie de Marcel Duchamp et les skateboards que Jim Phillips transforme en œuvre d’art. Plusieurs fois arrêté, à Londres ou Barcelone, Roa travaille aussi en collaboration avec les collectivités pour réaliser ses œuvres. Car, parfois celles-ci demandent quelques jours de travail. Roa vit désormais de son art en exposant ses œuvres dans de nombreuses galeries, à Berlin, Londres, Los Angeles ou Melbourne.
Ldk Cta 2016 - Tempo Rosso
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Stopped in Exeter to throw this up on my way to Bristol, ICAN1 dropped a wicked Bode babe next to me.
Simple and effective, job done, hit the road Jack....
This is the first half of an R.I.P wall for DAMON / IMPACT who sadly passed away before Xmas.
The wall isn't finished yet, another session tomorrow should do it...
1 whole month without painting, I was worried i'd be rusty and have no flow, but it went OK, the same for TRANS1, he had the task of painting Damons portrait, and was even more worried than me, for obvious reasons, no problems though homeboy, you done him proud.....
Rest In Paradise Damon.....
I only took the photo !! I have no claim to the artwork !!
detail : www.flickr.com/photos/55034210@N05/32504307620/in/datepos...
This is all my favourite bits from the past 18 months.....
Most of these details come from pieces painted alongside either CRANE or TRANS1, much respect to you both, inspirational homeboyz.
I only took the photo !! I have no claim to the artwork !!
the character : www.flickr.com/photos/55034210@N05/15086055382/in/photost...
Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT
THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!
Yo, all I need is one mic..
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic.. yeah
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!!
All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need
All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world
All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know
All I need is one mic..
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now
All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash
All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world