On a trip to Paris this October, two friends and I signed up for a street art lesson at a place where it’s legal. The instructor had to cancel last minute, so we decided to go for it ourselves. We went to a hardware store and each bought 3 cans of paint to share. We then walked to the skatepark mentioned in the class info.
The park was alive with advanced skateboarding amongst metal and concrete structures, each wall covered in countless layers of spray paint. At first we were concerned about how out in the open it was, with many people and families strolling by. None of us had done something like this before, and it was unclear where we could definitely spray without getting into trouble. The now-humorous concerns included: Were there gang signs that were unsafe to cover up? Was I going to be sent to Paris jail? (I had searched the web for an encouraging blog post about spray painting at Skatepark de Bercy, and found none, hence my blogging about this now.)
We spent a stupid hour being too spineless to do anything. Thankfully, a mural instructor arrived to give someone else lessons, and he confirmed that the entire structure was safe and legal to spray. So finally, spray we did for the next 2 hours.
My friends’ interpretation of my painting was that it was a firey volcano woman emerging thunderously from a mountain, a feminist statement like the murals they made. I appreciated how this fit in between Kristen’s cubist collection of femme faces and Catherine’s bold self-portrait.
I didn’t have the heart to share my own less positive meaning. Being on an adventure with friends in one of the most romantic cities was a weird place to be sad.
Still, it was a highlight of my art-making life, and now I can’t wait to find a proper place to do this in Portland. (I’ll start by checking out this structure maintained by a local street art group.) Next time I’ll be more prepared—the tainted lungs and sore forearms were a funny part of this experience, but it’ll be great to have a face mask and a grip-style spray can holder next time. Gloves are important for me as I can’t help using my hands as blending tools, and I want to get the special caps with slower flow, as I had run out of paint during my heavy application. Some kind of stenciling material could be fun. The neon colors I chose this time were hard for me to work with, so next time I’ll have primary colors and more neutral shades ready.
I’m sure there are multiple layers of paint on top of my painting now, but just knowing that mine is somewhere under there is enough for me.