Junkies come and disturb me, the wind blows dust into my paint, the toilet holes dug in the ground around the houses smell of digested rice and lamb, the walls are wrinkled and cracked but I know of no better place to paint.
Streetart is for every place on earth that has streets and people with eyesight. I’ve always realised that streetart has a greater impact in places where it isn’t expected.
I’m very grateful that the community of Zavodskoy Paselok are being very open about an artform that doesn’t exist here. I love the way they’ve welcomed us, the questions they’ve been asking and the help they’ve been giving us. I love hearing the kind words coming from old women who were looking at us suspiciously on the first day.
Photo by Spag Bertin