“He’s the French Banksy!!!” “He’s the French Banksy!!!” No he isn’t. He’s Dran from Toulouse. And what is it with that place popping out the most effortlessly sublime street artists like it ain’t no thang??
Too. Much. Love.
Quote: “Working with volunteer models, bikes (INSA’s current preferred icon of commodified culture), and large scale painted walls INSA creates momentary installations in public spaces.
” [...] the viewer is instantly confronted with a series of subjects fighting for attention. INSA orchestrates a conflicting dialogue between all the elements and explicitly subordinates the value of his own street art to both the possessed object of the bike and the overtly sexualized female presence. Thus questioning our individual perceptions of the ownership of public space, of sexuality and of belonging(s).”
Translates to : “bums, bums, booty, ass, arse, bums.”
In a word, phenonemal.
French street artist/anarchist
Borf is not caught. Borf is many. Borf is none. Borf is waiting in your car. Borf is in your pockets. Borf is running through your veins. Borf is naive. Borf is good for your liver. Borf is controlling your thoughts. Borf is everywhere. Borf is the war on boredom. Borf annihilates. Borf hates school. Borf is a four letter word for joy. Borf is quickly losing patience. Borf yells in the library. Borf eats pieces of shit like you for breakfast. Borf is digging a hole to China. Borf is bad at graffiti. Borf is ephemeral. Borf is invinsible. Borf. Borf ruins everything. Borf runs near the swimming pool. Borf keeps it real. Borf writes you love letters. Ol’ Dirty Bastard is Borf. Borf knows everything. Borf is in the water. Borf doesn’t sleep. Borf systematically attacks the infrastructure of totality. Borf is a foul mouth. Borf eats your homework. Borf brings you home for dinner. Borf is dirt under your fingernails. Borf is the song that never ends. Borf gets down. Borf gets up. Borf is your baby. Borf is neither. Borf is good for your heart, the more you eat the more you. Borf is. Borf knows. Borf destroys. Borf is immortal. Borf pulls fire alarms. Borf scuffs the gym floor. Borf is looking through your Mam’s purse. Borf is M. Borf is the size of Alaska. Borf likes pizza. Borf is in general. Borf is. Borf is nothing to sod with. Borf runs it. Borf has reflexes like a cat. Borf is immortal. Borf sticks gum under the desk. Borf is omnipotent. Borf is flawed. Borf is winning.
… an acceptable level of threat.
And if you were not you would know about it.
Quote: Untitled - Street Art In The Counter Culture
(FYI; Toy: not highly developed/novice)
1. Ground Zero
5. San Francisco
(I dunno where the f*ck number 6 went)
12. Los Angeles
(More to come…)