Nakivale, Uganda

Uweso, a 14 year old Congolese refugee who I met last year in Uganda shares his story.
He is one of 900 000 Congolese refugees (from the DRC) living across Africa.
In this conversation he explains what happened to him and his family, and how he became a refugee. His story is tragically very common.
(sous-titres en français disponibles)

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Limited edition of 35 prints. 40×50 cm
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“Vida” is the Spanish word for “Life”. It is a word I was asked to paint 3 times over the last few months in slums I worked in for Share The Word Project. I wrote it in French in the Ivory Coast, then in arabic in Palestine and in Spanish in Venezuela.

As a got back home from Venezuela I thought that the word “Vida” says so much about the slums of Caracas. People are making up for the lack of outside help and the fact that 15% of the population has left the country. They compensate by being more alive than ever, caring for each other, and being very active in their communities. Even an extremely brutal can’t take away life. And as Venezuelans will tell you quoting the Bible : “Mientras hay vida hay esperanza”! While there is life, there is hope“)

Shipment worldwide apart from North Korea, Palestine, Sudan, South Sudan, Venezuela and Yemen.
I’m very sorry about this, I know it’s unfair, I hate seeing these countries being excluded, I just can’t find a way to send the prints there. I guess I’ll just have to carry on painting murals in those places.

Petare, Venezuela


Katy chose the word “Resiliencia” (=”resilience”).
During the past month, I’ve been staying at her house with my friend/assistant Dudu.

A year and a half ago, I started looking for contacts in Caracas because I wanted to know more about the situation there and the possibility of an episode of “Share The Word Project“. Somehow we got in touch and during a whole year she sent me messages telling me I can stay at her place and paint in her neighbourhood. I usually invite myself into slums, but this time I thought I’d accept the invitation. Smart move.

Katy is an absolute exemple for her community but also for Venezuela in general. In a slum full of litteraly hungry people, with drug trafficking and political polarisation, she managed to unite people with brooms. She started by sweeping the streets to clear the rubbish that the government no longer collects, and got people to join. She then started to think that art could be the one thing that would unite everyone in her neighbourhood. This is why she wanted me to come over, and why she’s getting other local artists like Dagor to paint on her streets.

As a human being, Katy is an inspiration. She focuses on those little positive things amidst a brutal crisis. She spends her days sweeping the streets, painting murals, solving day-to-day problems in the slum, taking the slum kids out to art galleries, helping those who can’t eat, taking care of her own family, giving talks at events… And all this while surviving in a house without water and with regular power cuts, and of course, very little money.

I could have easily thought that Venezuela would be totally fucked. But I met Katy. A Venezuelan incarnation of resilience.

Caracas, Venezuela

I can see the crisis in the emptiness of streets at night. I can smell the crisis in my bathroom as we have no water to pull the flush. I can hear the crisis when a car comes to a halt and the brakes are screaming that they need to be replaced. I can taste the crisis in the plainness of the rice I’m eating. I can touch the crisis on the smooth rubber tires of buses whose owners can’t afford new ones.

It’s everywhere around me, in everything I do. The country has been hit hard, and its population is paying an extremely high price. But somehow, from somewhere, people are fighting back, organising themselves, re-thinking their neighbourhoods and just not giving up. After working in so many crisis-hit areas, I see resilience as a weapon used by humans all over the world in extreme situations.

For the first time since I started this project in 2013, someone has asked me to paint the word ”resilience”.

Petare, Venezuela


”I would like you to paint the word “Amistad” (=friendship) on the wall.
I have 3 sorts of friends, those who’re with me in the slum, those who’ve migrated to Colombia because of the crisis and those who are dead.
My thoughts go to F and J, two close friends of mine who got killed by a rival gang.”
–  Chipi, 45 years old –

Brisas de Propatria


Henry chose the word “Dios” (=God) and told me it’s important to be grateful and not take for granted what God does for us.
His whole family has moved to Colombia these last few years, but he wants to stay in Venezuela to participate in shaping the future of his country “with the help of God” .

I painted this with kids from the barrio with @compromisoco as a “mural class”.