Graffiti are a dated cliché. The current visual language of Street Art always reminds me of album covers of the early 1970s. Not much has changed in mainstream graffiti since then. Sometimes I ask myself who makes them today. Still young people? People of my age?
It’s a visual language from the time when I was young, and it’s a time that has influenced my aesthetics and my mentality. My whole conception of freedom dates from that time.
And speaking of time: A few days ago I saw the image in the first driver’s license of my father. 1967. He was a young, good looking man of 32 years, a boy relative to my current age, yet already father to my three year old self. Today he is 81, fighting cancer, tired and old. Time is not kind.