недеља, 05. децембар 2010.

Unknown artists - Belgrade

Ever since I’ve started collecting photos of stencils I realized that there are plenty of great pieces which were not singed. I hoped that eventually will find out who stands behind these excellent works but since I was not successful, decided that it is best to publish them together in this post. So may be some authors will reveal the secret.

Here I also put a couple of pieces that are just messages but certainly deserve to be published.

субота, 04. септембар 2010.

Marko Todorovic: StreetArt.RS

Recently Belgrade based publisher “Bookmark” has published the book “Streetart.rs”. This is the first book about street art in Serbia. The book is based on collection of photos made over the previous five years by one of the best Serbian photographers – Marko Todorovic. Marko not only shows the history of street art in Belgrade but also gives a “new life” to these pieces of art by making of photos in different context than what we are used to.

The book captures many fantastic works of artists like TKV, AiR, Sila/352 and other Belgrade’s artists. Many of the works published in the book are no longer on the streets of Belgrade, so this is nice reminder of them. On the other hand, since the book has about 100 pages it is a proof that Belgrade has plenty of street art pieces to be proud of. Overall, I highly recommend to buy this book and you can order it via http://www.bookmark.co.rs/ And if you are interested to read more about this book and other works of Marko you can check: http://www.markotodorovicliveview.blogspot.com/

уторак, 24. август 2010.

Ujdi Belgrade Stencil Artist

Ujdi is another one of the young Belgrade girls who fell in love with the street art, and with her work she makes the ugliest parts of the city beautiful. Even thought she is pretty young and she is studying philology her first love are stencils, and she already began one of the most important artists in this field in the city. She is doing stencils for about four years and like a lot of other artist she began with doing graffiti (when she had tag “Lirika”). As she says, writing letters didn’t interest her too much, she was more interested in illustrations. When she started doing stencils she used the tag “Ujdi”. The character of Lady Ujdi is often mentioned in the stories that she writes.
(Part of one story is at the end of this post)

As she likes to stress “Ujdi” represents addiction. In this case, addiction to street art. She usually works alone, and she sees stencils as a way of her art expression, because it is possible to communicate with a larger section of the population. The reason why she is doing stencils is to express her feelings, and to inspire the ones who are enjoying her work to think about the point and motive of her work.

Ujdi says: “Through stencils I’m trying to give a message, and every work has its own meaning, and it’s not just aesthetic. They represent a part of me, my thinking and state of mind. Trough them it’s reflected the time in what they are made, the things that effected me, the thing that changed me, and that will change me. Response to society in which we live in, that has become superficial, without a desire to scratch under the surface a little bit, focused on fast life and perishable things that make us happy for a moment. Eternal emotions of love and death, which stimulate us to create, and they are the main emotions that generally are portrayed throughout the art. Mortality and response to it – love.”

The artists that influenced her work are Andy Warhol, Jean Michel Basquiat and Salvador Dalí. She follows and appreciates the work of other street artists from Belgrade and she thinks that our stencil scene is much better now than it was four years ago when she was starting her work.

Below the text you can see one of her most important work. She recommends that people should look more around themselves and then they will see so many new and beautiful things that are around them, they are not aware of them because they never paid attention to them. Everything is screaming around them “Look at me, look at me! I’m here!” They scram happily and then sadly look their back as they disappear in the shapes, and then they just hear the hurry walk, and they stay alone till somebody comes to cover them with paint. The sad story of stencil, that nobody ever looked. How would you feel?”

Her favorite quote is “I don’t think about art while I work. I try to think about life.” Jean Michel Basquiat

Her favorite work is “Sid”, especially because people were really interested in the work and they gave their opinions and thoughts around the stencil, and not on the stencil.

And for the end one part of the story she wrote:

“Loma’s street was silent; he heard his footsteps and sound of rolling rock down the asphalt. There was just him and the pair of shoes he found. Shoes left in the middle of the street. He was surprised. He has never seen anything like that; at least he has never noticed such things. He crouched to take a better look. He stared at them, from aside, in the inside, and then again from ahead. Old women’s shoes number thirty nine. Worn out and muddy. He stood up and after awhile; he said “Mrs. Ujdi, it seems that we are not alone anymore. It’s good that you were standing here in the middle of the street, because otherwise I wouldn’t have noticed you. You see, I’m a little occupied with my problems, but this is obviously your lucky day. If you don’t have anything planned for tonight, I could take you home and deal with your problem. Unless you want to stay here in Loma’s street and wonder around.” He turned round hoping to see something that would interest her. The stencil on the wall drew his attention. “Did you make this?” he asked. “I like it; I just need to take a better look”. He approached the work and than moved few steps backwards, with his eyes fixed on the stencil. He sighed. “Hmh, repressed hysteria, very interesting.” He turned to the shoes and looked at Mrs. Ujdi and said: “You’re depressed, judging by the lack of expression on your face. Let us go to my place.” He took the shoes and faded away in the dark of Loma’s street.