I see a world where every corner has eyes and faces. Every wall tells stories of people who lived there and people who live now. Every single sight is depicted in its place. Every place is written with a smile.
I see a world where people don’t look at each other. I see a world of inner void feelings looking for what they miss in places where they don’t exist.
I see a world created by people. People on the street, people behind the curtains, strangers, lovers sitting on a bench feeding dreams and walking on too hard grounds… I see a crowded world surviving a surreal individuality. An anonymity that shouts asking for the name os his neighbour to stop fearing him. Lonely people looking for…
Not looking but looking for.
Then I find this guy who looks. He puts sights on a train looking up at the sky, smiling. And the façades become real people who hide façades which hide real people. And you can look and you can see them. And you look and you see what is hiding behind the monstrous structure that is laziness. And you look and you see the real world, smiling.
The beauty of his work remains in the impact on those who look at it.
He is JR.
In an era in which materialism is becoming the world’s face, JR reminds us of the role of the individual in his context. The French artivist shows us that “the real heroes are sometimes not where you think they are, they are right there in the street everywhere around you.”