STREET ART

It’s called Street Art because her home and her exhibition gallery is the street.

An infinite world to be populated with ones own mark, ones own creativity, a “frank” territory (even though at times she risks being arrested for acts of vandalism) in which to express oneself and donate freely to others, to the passers-by who find themselves passing by chance, a personal idea of beauty.

Certainly the only “street art” that we like is that of the suburbs or of the city’s night life, that which beginning with the American graffiti artists of the 1980s who had made the subway their headquarters, which intended to superimpose art onto the decay.

Today, with that glorious generation gone, swept away by drugs, the themes of new writers, especially ours, have become less provocative, more ironic and playful, but still hit the sense of a generous act that finds inspiration in existing, worthless structures, in order to create small, daily magic.