Klone Yourself was born in Harkov, Ukraine but currently lives and works in Tel Aviv, Israel. Documenting the real and unreal.
His original approach towards graffiti was to personally challenge himself and take ownership of his surroundings and domesticate environment. As he exhibited in galleries and painted murals throughout Europe, the Middle East, and the United States, he started to be interested in the meaning and relations other can have with their “home”. read more
Tellas was born in Cagliari, Sardinia, in 1985 and he studied in Bologna, at the Academy of Fine Arts. Grown up in Sardinian’s harsh lands, Tellas’ research is based on a non-urban aesthetics, his works are a personal and intimate vision of the elements of natural landscapes. A meditative process that combines space and shape characterise his work. All his works can be seen as studies performed on a wide array of “supports”, from a big wall, a piece of paper or a canvas to an installation like the one created for the project “Spettro”. Listed as one of the 25 most interesting street artists worldwide by the Huffington Post US in 2014, Tellas develops his art in various elds: drawing, painting, installations, printing techniques, audio-video productions.read more
Hyuro is an Argentinian born urban artist best known for her black and white murals, paintings and drawings, focused on the visual expression. She was born in Argentina, but lives in Spain for quite a while now. She used to paint on canvas but then she met Escif – and decided to give street art a try. After a while, there was no turning back, she was seduced by it. However, she continued to produce paintings and drawings as well. The meaning of her artist name HYURO, is actually a mix between her two surnames.read more
There is no Reality | Until You Create One. Urban Art is my way to conciliate with reality. In some cases, I can bring it close to my standards. And psychoanalysis too. Both of them are hopeless. It is a try to put an order in the hectic world around and inside me. To value better what had happed and possibly what is happening, at least a part of it. It is a lost war. Before I can understand what had happened in reality, or at least what I perceive as reality, the latter flips and turns to something else. I ‘m a witness, an eye witness. I revise meticulously what it is around me. I examine, select, collect, put in order emotions. Stating what is important and what is not, what could be regarded as beautiful, or ugly, what would be funny or sad. If I can’t change it, I can barely transform it, good enough in order to compromise with it. Sometimes the attempt is successful, sometimes it isn’t. I ‘m urban. I like nature but I feel comfortable only in the city. It is my battlefield. Especially, the afterhours, when everybody sleeps so I can walk quietly in the streets and hear the sounds. My paints they are made for me, but in reality they refer to others. It is an attempt; to speak enough for me but not in a verbal way. What is entitled inside the frame, presuppose my aesthetic viewpoint. But what they produce is beyond my control. I exist in both of them. It is a miracle, when it happens. Unfortunately isn‘t an everyday experience. Or, I believe so. And, they constitute my curriculum vitae.read more