Le Viaduct des Arts in Paris become my art gallery back in 2021 when Covid still affect many of us.

Suddenly, by the streets of Paris, I find around 20 wooden boards, garbage from a shop. Some of the boards had magnets on the back so I thought about making my art as ‘traffic signals’ and as the organic factor has been a big part of my art process I decided to make the collection in a park and about the organic movement calling it as:

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Revolutions Disguised as Gardening.

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A spontaneous production of paintings became street art in Paris, a place that is known by its rich history of art. The city some how connected with me and my art. It vibrated, provided me this intervention. A transmutation of my art and new purpose to stuff that was going to be trash.

Artworks planted during a sunny Sunday morning...

And then, one week later I came back… curious to know what happened to all those painting I left around the park. Via Instagram I already knew that some were taken and adopted. When I got there I found out all the loose paintings were no longer by the tunnel where I left them, no news from most of them. The signs, those with magnets over the metal structures, were still there. In the next weeks I went back to the park again and again to see what happened, every week something new: at some point someone turned one piece up side down, another one had a small spelling correction in my poor French, at some point another had a change in the sayings and from "Lose time -> Invest <-” it become “Pearl of time. Invest", a beautiful and poetic interaction with a stranger. The exhibition was nos longer mine, somehow it became alive and started to organically transcendent.