I believe that truth is in the eye of the beholder - the works mean whatever you want them to mean. Unless you want them to mean something which I really don’t like, in which case I’ll have to take it back!
I’d love to. I know a couple of Mexicans who are very handy with a paintbrush - very hardworking guys and they do some lovely work in bathrooms. Maybe I’ll bring the wife out for a sunny getaway!
Want to watch some graffiti being painted live? This is a whole day’s painting in one minute!
Mind you, this is a corporate job (boo) and not as clever as my work (hiss) but it’s still pretty cool to watch them at work.
Should I put a mask on, film myself working and make it into a timelapse?
This is exactly what it looks like - a bloke throwing a javelin, but instead of a javelin it’s a missile. What’s funny is that there is actually a kind of missle called a javelin… however this isn’t one. This is a commentary on the fact that the British government has put missiles on tower blocks in East London.
However… it’s also got a deeper meaning. Can you guess what it is?
This is Thierry’s (Mr. Brainwash to you) Tumblr. It’s cool but… is he really going to work with David Guetta!? I’d even chose One Direction over David Guetta. Come on Thierry, sort it out. You’re embarrassing me!
Here’s the first of my “Olypmics” pieces. I’ve done four in all - some have been found already, and some haven’t. I’ll be revealing them all here on Tumblr.
The Olympics is a bit of an odd one isn’t it? I was rubbish at sports as a lad, always picked last for the teams. One time I forgot my PE kit and Mr. Sandy made me play in my tight white y-fronts.
Everyone laughed and called me pantsman, although the joke was on them a couple of years later when he got done for some kind of incident that happened when he was still a Scoutmaster. Bit of an odd bloke that one.
I do love Mr. Brainwash - or Thierry as his friends call him. Filming him for my little film project “Exit through the Gift Shop” was a lot of fun!
I quite like this Tumblr as well - I’m actually more a pie-and-a-pint man myself so I won’t be going to any of these cool bars, but their taste in art is clearly very good.
Mr. Brainwash hardly needs an introduction. Rumours and contradictions swirl around his background, history and creative process, and many believe he’s a hoax figure, a barbed lampoon aimed at the pretentious heart of art world’s commodification of graffiti.
Whether or not that’s true…
This wasn’t me. I think this chap might be faking my work as a publicity stunt for his new gallery, but that’s fine. The work he’s doing with that Oriental - am I allowed to say Oriental? You never know these days. Anyway, the work he’s doing with that Chinese feller is quite nice, always good to see artists from other cultures getting some support in the United Kingdom of Bonus! (I’m referring to banker’s bonuses of course).
Poor Robin. He never “came forward” (that’s an unfortunate rumour), he was mistakenly “outed” by one of the dreadful tabloid newspapers we have over here. Probably the Mail, it really is the most awful load of rubbish.
Anyway, I’m not him, and he’s not me. Since I’m Banksy that means he… isn’t Banksy. Nice and simple.