There is no reælity – until you mæke one [RB]. Painting 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 happed 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. My music, also. They are attempts; 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. They constitute my curriculum vitae.Visual Urban Poetry Art
LosOtros is an Artistic Cooperativa with rather loose attachments established, years ago, in Paris. Mj Tom acts as the Snipper of the Group and sIsteR jANe as the Spoter. Shadow Squad are Andrea Nada [Squad Leader], in Tartu, Dr Z, in Warzava, tHE JDM master, in Rome, …and soon more to come.Mj Tom + sIsteR jANe work within a poetic and melancholic post Situationist tradition. Since 2000 they have carried out their FEW WORDS, MANY PERCEPTION [in the city at night] Project where, echoing the Situationist concept of detournement, they hijacks spaces in the city in most of the cases illegally. They cover illuminated advertising billboards with austere posters with letters in a strict order that assume the color of the ad posters underneath and take their light, parasitically. Their texts are part poetry, part an enquiry into our collective unconscious. They are intended to be encountered by commuters who don’t know they are art, and an attempt to describe in public space what it feels like to live now.