ERASE the walls, the city, the memories, 1UP, childhood, history, words, life, empty monuments, hope, innocence, dreams, signs, green trees.
ERASE history, both recent and distant.
ERASE oblivion, rub out memory.
ERASE the work before it’s finished, self-efface one’s own work by covering it with its duplicate.
ERASE the cruel crystalline nights with repetitive blood red slogans like so many mute, slowly illegible words.
ERASED was written on a large roll of paper found in the trashcan at a kindergarten. The series ran until the paper ran out. The first one hit the street the day Fidel Castro died … Pasted up mainly in Berlin, Paris, Seoul, Wilhelmshaven …
Turn a piece of wall lost in a rigid historical street into an evolving and unfinished artwork that derides content by erasing-replacing the same signs, the same forms, the same useless repetitions.
“Street art must reinvent or erase itself before it’s too late.”
SP38, Berlin 2017