Davide "Eron" Salvadei was born in Rimini, Italy in 1973 to french mother and italian father.
He attended the Art Institute in Urbino and Riccone.
In 1988 he began to practice street writing and spray painting.
Elected best italian street artist in 1994.
His artistic research is currently focused on portraits and landscapes realized with spray cans on
canvas,
mixing child drawing, realism, expressionism and writing withing the
same art work, obtaining an unusual aesthetic impact. The subjects oh
his works often express thoughts on social themes and on the act of
drawing as an innate instinct of the human being to comunicate.
Davide "Eron" Salvadei è nato a Rimini, nel 1973 da madre francese e padre italiano.
Ha studiato allIstituto dArte di Urbino poi a quello di Riccione.
Nel 1988 inizia a praticare lo street-writing e la spray painting.
Viene eletto miglior street artist italiano nel 1994 da AL magazine.
La
sua ricerca attuale si basa sulla creazione di ritratti e paesaggi,
dipinti a spray su tela, miscelando disegno infantile, realismo,
espressionismo e scrittura all’interno della stessa opera, ottenendo un
impatto estetico insolito.
I soggetti delle sue opere esprimono
spesso riflessioni su temi sociali e sul disegnare come istinto innato
dell’essere umano per comunicare.
La
sera del 25 Luglio, a Milano, sono stati arrestati dai -scusate il
termine- Carabinieri 4 writers spagnoli, sorpresi mentre stavano
personalizzando i vagoni della metro della città meneghina.
Da subito, ed attuando in pieno le disposizioni del nuovo regime
fascista in tema di comunicazioni, i quattro sono stati trattati come i
peggiori delinquenti, ed in particolare il tg2, uno dei telegiornali
più reazionari in assoluto, ha messo in relazione l’attività degli
"imbrattatori" (probabilmente avrebbero chiamato così anche Keith
Haring se sorpreso a "deturpare" i muri della metro di NY) con
l’aggressione nei confronti di un metronotte avvenuta qualche tempo
prima, e affiancando l’operato di questi artisti (si cari
pennivendoli, artisti…) con il degrado e la mancanza di sicurezza
(temi ricorrenti in ogni dispaccio ufficiale della dittatura), come se
quattro persone armate di spray e caps fossero i nemici pubblici numero
1.
Il servizio del tg2 terminava, con un tono ai limiti del rabbioso,
pensando a quei poveri passeggeri che non avrebbero più potuto guardare
fuori dai finestrini.
Dunque un tg, che dovrebbe trasmettere informazioni utilizzando un
punto di vista neutro, di mera testimonianza, trasmette un servizio che
è già una sentenza (imbrattatori, delinquenti…), giunta ancor prima
di quella che verrà pronunciata dal giudice…strano che questa
operazione non sia stata fatta per gli aguzzini in divisa che hanno
torturato alla Diaz, che hanno ucciso Federico Aldrovandi ("un drogato"
dissero i tg, come se questo, ammesso fosse vero, giustificasse la
brutalità dei maiali in divisa che spezzano la vita di un diciottenne),
che hanno sparato a Sandri, che hanno ucciso Sole e Baleno in carcere,
che hanno ammazzato, sempre dietro le sbarre, Aldo Bianzino e Marcello
Lonzi, che hanno…quanti altri esempi si potrebbero fare?
Non sbagliamoci, non mi sto stupendo del comportamento dei tg e di chi
li scrive, so benissimo che l’informazione è lo strumento principe per
– usando un termine di Noam Chomsky – "fabbricare consenso", ma giova
sempre ricordarlo…
Il potere ha bisogno, per mantenere autorità, di creare nemici,
pericoli e susseguente richiesta di sicurezza; quindi c’è bisogno, e
qui entrano in gioco i media, di chi crei la percezione del pericolo,
anche al di là della sua reale entità… e quindi giù con gli Anarchici
bombaroli, il terrorismo interno ed esterno, i migranti, la
criminalizzazione di ogni comportamento che non sia allineato con i
paradigmi di chi governa (attraverso politica ed economia)… ora anche
con i Writers (che in realtà dai tempi del Juice di Ancona del 1996
vengono ciclicamente tirati in ballo).
La "normalizzazione" o meglio, banalizzazione, della società passa però
anche attraverso l’assorbimento da parte del potere di tutte le forme
individuali di espressione, trasformandole in manifestazioni
superficiali e rituali finalizzate all’accrescimento della propria
autorità.
Milano è un esempio perfetto: è la città che più sta facendo nella
"lotta" contro i writers, e anche la città in cui vengono organizzate
tantissime mostre di "artisti di strada", patrocinate dal comune e
osannate da critica e giornali… ma prive di ogni portato artistico e
"rivoluzionario", prive di ogni vitalità… Un adesivo o un pezzo in
città portano con se un senso di rottura culturale con la routine della
metropoli, sempre più votata ai ritmi velocizzati dell’economia liquida
(tanto per citare Bauman) e del grigiore standardizzato… e anche per
questo sono da combattere… mentre lo stesso adesivo – staccato con foga
dai vigili urbani – o lo stesso pezzo, cancellato dagli imbianchini del
comune, acquistano credibilità se esposti in un qualsiasi museo, dove
sono visibili da tutti, "apprezzabili in tutta la loro originalità"
etc… ovvero sostanzialmente inutili.
Ci vogliono animaletti docili ed impauriti, rinchiusi 20 ore in
fabbriche o angusti uffici con contratti ridicoli al limite della
schiavitù… Che vogliamo fare? Io stasera prendo la sacca dei
colori… Solidarietà complice ai writers arrestati!
Sabato 4 luglio 2009: dalle 16.00 Graffiti – Writing – dj set
hip hop con Milelemmi e DJ Sec. A seguire apericena e dalle 21.30 concerto
con Don Diegoh + Herper Rigantani + Ekh-ro + Altibassi + DJ Rod + Lapo Raggiro
Al Totem Garden del CSA Nextemerson, via di Bellagio 15 Firenze, zona Castello.
THE young man
had been painting all night, in the dark, wedged between two subway
trains at the New Lots Avenue railyard in Brooklyn. One hand held an
aerosol can; the other was braced against a metal door.
Ms. Cooper’s most recent book is "Going Postal" shows how artists have
applied their logos, "tags" and images on postal stickers affixed to
mailboxes and parking meters. It is "a sign of how graffiti has
progressed and endured," Ms. Cooper says. More Photos »
First
came the outline of the nickname his mother had given him, “D-O-N-D-I,”
and then the shadings and shadow lettering that gave his “piece” its
three-dimensional look. Taxicab yellow, delta blue, orange, pink — the
air was toxic with Krylon. It was sunrise when the painter — and Martha Cooper, the photographer recording his pulsing, illicit art — finished work.
In
the 1970s, Donald White, or “Dondi,” a graffiti writer from East New
York, helped spawn an urban art movement that flourished across five
continents. Ms. Cooper, working for The New York Post, was on its front
lines, documenting the artists who labored in the city’s shadows.
The 1984 book “Subway Art,” Ms. Cooper’s collaboration with Henry Chalfant,
a photographer and filmmaker, captured graffiti’s golden and assaultive
years. It sold half a million copies, becoming the movement’s bible —
and epitaph. But the best of the trains live on, in an updated,
large-format 25th-anniversary edition, to be published next month by
Chronicle Books.
Kodakgirl, as Ms.
Cooper is known to the city’s B-boys and B-girls, has left her own
indelible mark on New York as an obsessive observer of vernacular art
and architecture. She has been taking photographs since age 5, when her
father, the owner of a Baltimore camera shop, gave her a Brownie
camera. She is currently director of photography at City Lore, a center
for urban culture.
She has also
contributed to more than a dozen books, capturing the indomitable
spirit of city youth. Her most recent book, “Going Postal,” published
in December, follows street artists into their new public terrain:
freely accessible postal express stickers, used as a backdrop for their
painting and “delivered” on newspaper boxes and parking meters. She
calls them “a gift to the city.”
An
Upper West Side resident since 1975, Ms. Cooper, 66, lives with her cat
and the clutter of collections: milagros, postal stickers, thousands of
early snapshots of women with cameras and limited-edition Adidas
“Superstar Expression” sneakers commemorating Lee Quiñones, an
influential artist of the subway graffiti movement. They are a gift
from the artist, dedicated “to that special K-girl.” BARBARA GRAUSTARK
•
There was a poem on one of my favorite subway trains. Lee Quiñones painted it.
There was once a time
When the Lexington was a beautiful line
When children of the ghetto expressed with art, not with crime.
But then as evolution passed,
The Transit’s buffing did its blast.
Now the trains look like rusted trash.
Now we wonder if graffiti will ever last.
Well, it did not last
on the city’s trains, except in photographs. And that is one reason I
photograph what I do. I’m not about “art,” or perfect lighting. I’m
more like, “Let’s preserve this.”
My father had a camera store,
and his idea was to go out and look for a picture. He would take me on
what he called camera runs with the Baltimore camera club. You walk
down the street and you see something and you’re excited by it. And you
take a picture.
In Haiti, I had seen kids making toy cars out of
tin cans. And I thought, wow! They made the string from the stems of
plants, the tires, everything. So I began looking for creative forms of
play here.
I really wasn’t looking at graffiti. I collected the planes and a go-kart made from police barricades and had an exhibit at the Museum of the City of New York.
While
doing that project, this boy showed me his book with designs for his
name — He3 — to put on a wall. And he said, Why don’t you take pictures
of graffiti?
I didn’t get it. It was mysterious and illegible
to me. So that was the “Aha” moment — when I recognized that He3 was
really a graphic designer, designing his personal logo. There had been
writing on public walls in Philadelphia in the ’60s, but these kids
were pushing style to such great lengths. It was all about the way the
letters hook up and overlap.
I still can’t read graffiti, though.
Edwin
Serrano, who was He3 — unfortunately, he’s been in and out of prison
for 16 years — said, I can introduce you to a king. The king was Dondi,
who became my mentor.
So we go in my car to East New York, a
wasteland, and knocked on Dondi’s door. He said, “You’re Martha
Cooper?” He had a New York Post picture I had taken of a little girl on
a swing. And behind the swing, in the background, was one of what he
called his throw-ups — his graffiti.
I spent time in his room
while the guys designed their pieces. Nothing was accidental, because
the trains were parked so close together, you couldn’t stand back and
see what it looked like. They had to memorize the colors. Then they
would photograph their own trains.
As soon as I showed them I could bring them back better pictures,
we would get calls, “Yo, Martha, we did a train on this line.” And the
next morning, Henry Chalfant and I would run and try to catch it,
because they didn’t last long.
They knew every color, what was “wak” — out of whack, not right —
and what was a burner — a winner. They had a whole system of
aesthetics. I came to realize what it took to get the right colors, to
plan the piece, to steal the paint, to get into the yard. For anybody
who thinks it’s only vandalism, it’s so way more than that.
Nobody wanted to touch this
vandalism stuff. Remember what the insides of the trains were like?
Unbelievable, 1977, the Bronx was burning down. No one really wanted to
write that graffiti was an interesting thing. Once it moved into the
galleries, it lost something for me. The artists deserve to make money,
but I don’t want to shoot something that’s done with permission. It’s
an outlaw art. That’s what makes it thrilling.
I’m a bit jaded
now about the big walls. I’m not crazy about having street art in my
face. I like to discover things. So when you find a little postal
sticker on a mailbox, it’s just more exciting for me. “Going Postal” is
about modern logos on postal stickers, a sign of how graffiti has
progressed and endured.
I left Baltimore at 16 for college, the Peace Corps,
a job at Yale in the anthropology museum — I never came back. But in
2006 I bought a row house there, in the neighborhood of “The Wire,” a
tough neighborhood a few blocks from where my great-grandparents
settled from Eastern Europe. It’s nice to have that connection again.
For a new project, I’m trying to capture a sense of community there,
how people have survived poverty. I just walk, I take pictures, I go
back and knock on people’s doors and give them the pictures.
There
are three crab houses, and on a warm day in March, a family had set up
a table and were having a feast on the streets. People have backyards,
but the sidewalks are rich with community activities, rich with photo
opportunities. I’m going back to give them these pictures, say, Hi,
remember me? And they’ll be very happy.
La
