BROOKLYN STREET ART LOVES YOU MORE EVERY DAY
Wild Style. No, not the movie nor the distinctive look of aerosol lettering by a graffiti writer. But yes, that is what the Italian Mr. Fijodor refers to when talking about his surreal, simple and spontaneous creatures in an abandoned industrial grove. Maybe these are closer to Where the Wild Things Are since his style is more like an illustrator of a children’s fantastic tale than writer of a big burner.
Mr. Fijodor somewhere in Italy. (photo © Livio Ninni)
“Clumsy hominids, hallucinated minotaurs, gargantuan fish and frightened dinosaurs peek out from the walls,” Mr. Fijodor tells us, and you can see how his imagination is freed in these spots that are slowly being reclaimed by the forces of nature. He says the hallucinatory phenoms come from his dreams as well as his nightmares but for urban explorers who like to discover places like this, they can become reality for a minute before they are covered with mold and vines.
Mr. Fijodor somewhere in Italy. (photo © Livio Ninni)
Mr. Fijodor somewhere in Italy. (photo © Livio Ninni)
Mr. Fijodor somewhere in Italy. (photo © Livio Ninni)
Mr. Fijodor somewhere in Italy. (photo © Livio Ninni)
Mr. Fijodor somewhere in Italy. (photo © Livio Ninni)
Mr. Fijodor somewhere in Italy. (photo © Mr. Fijodor)
Mr. Fijodor somewhere in Italy. (photo © Mr. Fijodor)
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