Urban art has, from now on, its letters of nobility, recognized artists, institutional sponsors … Walls-museums with organized visits … But it will be question here only of the urban art as means of expression popular in the form of graffiti, texts or images, painted or glued.
These graffiti flourish around the world, works, sometimes signed, more or less ephemeral, erased, overloaded or completely covered.
Wild exedrcise, undisciplined, most often on unauthorized media, walls, storefronts, trucks … accessible to the realization and understanding of all … free, without any censorship other than that of authors who pass or not to the act, which may be covered or contested by other graffiti writers.
Reflections in the form of texts / drawings offered to the passers-by, philosophical, political, protesting, tender, disrespectful, poetic, romantic, humorous, naive, delusional, utopian or cruel, they give to see the murmur of the city (1). These images will disappear, in eight days, in a month, in a year, in an obsolescence generally not programmed but assumed, which does not depend on the quality, artistic or literary … but most often of the activity of other graffiti writers in need of expression, exposure … or private or institutional owners ..
However, some will survive longer thanks to the patient, passionate work of those who collect them, archive them, publish them in books … (2)
The images, presented below, were collected at random walks, mainly in Paris, Belleville, East Paris, 13th arrondissement, they are presented by themes.
Some are located geographically, 6 place de la République (Paris) – continuation of Nuits debout – and 6 abroad.
This new series follows that of 2016 (3) and the images of the day after the attacks in Paris (4).
Only messages in the form of texts have been retained. Without any judgment, neither on the substance nor on the form.
The pictorial texts of images will be published later.
The political murmur of the walls of Paris.
6 on place de la République (Nuits debout)
I think so I tag
1 in Italy, 2 in Algeria, 3 in Germany
1 – The construction of the wall of Fermiers généraux, between 1784 and 1790, to collect tax, of course unpopular, on the goods entering Paris, aroused this anonymous words: Le mur murant Paris rend Paris murmurant. This wall was destroyed in 1860.
2 – Among these but there are many others:
– TIENS ILS ONT REPEINT ! 50 ans d’aphorismes urbains de 1968 à nos jours, Yves Pagès La Découverte 2017
-STREET ART Larousse
– Les Graffitis de la Liberté, sur les murs du printemps égyptien. Editions Vent de sable Vincent Euverte 2015
3 – Les murs ont la parole, 16 juin, 2016
4 – Paris touchée, 25 juin, 2016
News at Le Parc de Belleville
The Parc de Belleville is a success. It is located on the heights of the twentieth arrondissement of Paris, in the heart of a popular district that has hosted various waves of immigration for decades. It is one of the densest neighborhoods in Paris, a mix of people of all origins, in perpetual motion.
When the weather is nice, it welcomes those who want a drink in the sun, take a seat on the lawn, very busy on beautiful summer days, enjoy the cool with the long fountain cascading … On the Belvedere square or in the outdoor amphitheater, parties or meetings with artists or associations of the district are organized.
In this ecological garden, very well maintained by the good care of a benevolent gardener with the plants and the visitors, there is place for the lovers … of Paris, in stroll, the solitaires who seek a bench to dream, the lovers of reading, dancing or tai chi-chuan or tourists who come for the view of Paris. For young children, a wooden village awaits them where they can climb, hide, slide … Young and old have at their disposal hard tennis tables.
The Park can be closed in case of bad weather, especially in high winds, but it is also beautiful in the dialogue of the sun and the snow even if the snow masks the diversity of plants and trees … and brings the cold.
With the cold and the snow, the press spoke of too many people sleeping outside in Paris. Especially young, isolated exiles in eastern Paris. There is night, the cold. There is also hunger.
The Parc de Belleville is in eastern Paris. And in this park, since the spring, isolated young people, exiles, come to have a hot meal. Thursdays and Fridays at noon, they are one hundred to one hundred and fifty, many after a French class they follow in the neighborhood. For some time, Saturday and Sunday, a little less numerous.
They do not serve Ramponneau’s piquette but a meal, with a hot dish, a dessert made of cakes, fruits, sometimes treats and drinks, water, fruit juice or hot tea. Teams take turns to ensure, every day at least a hot dish, supplemented by what can bring people from the neighborhood. The park is beautiful under the snow. A little less in the rain and when it’s cold.
Ping-pong tables, hard, unexpected use by garden architects, are a moment diverted from their primary purpose. They become distribution tables and picnic partially sheltered by a temporary canvas …
Will the Parc de Belleville, the ping-pong tables, the people who bring a little food to these young people be pursued for misappropriation of public good, crime of solidarity?