I just discovered the work of French street artist Sean Hart. “I am a poet,” explains Hart, “and my poetry is a weapon loaded with the future.”
I am an outlawed
I am not for sale
I am the distance between self-censorship and freedom
As I viewed Hart’s artistic production - his most notable series being Shine – I got to thinking about how words have a deep correlation to their context. Take “open the door.” It the kind of sentence I say when I come home with my arms full of groceries. It’s the phrase you might hear whispered by a giggling friend moments before a surprise party. But here, Hart takes three mundane words and gives them a new – eerie – meaning. You can almost picture him, painting incognito in the dead of night.
All photographs by Sean Hart
The same is true of the following images. One piece was created in warm Brazil and the other in an undisclosed location. I know which one I’d rather be at! (Well... neither when you stop and think about it... but palm trees trump bed bugs in my book.)
In a recent article discussing Hart’s work, RJ Rushmore from Vandalog writes “those photos look more likely to be photoshopped than the finished piece … Hart's website says [the photos are] legit. I'm not sure it really was painted. But I'm not sure it's important either way.”
What do you think? How would you feel about Sean Hart’s work knowing it was created on a computer screen instead of in the streets? In fact, how do you feel about street art?