“Pinta Escola” is a collaborative project which brings urban art to primary and secondary schools through murals and courses to studentsorganized by David Ruiz and Gabriel Segarra along with the city of Castellón that with this edition and will be 30 schools that have a mural in their facilities. In this occasion, we show you the work and reflections of the artist FASIM.
By getting involved in the project he started a regression to his early days at school in Barcelona. He had deep meditations that multiplied when he entered the CEIP Blasco Ibáñez de Castellón and He was immersed again in the routine of a school and to walk between; classrooms, walls full of drawings, backpacks, shouts, forgotten sandwiches, football matches, teachers, the dining room, metal trays, smells … He told that he had suddenly returned to his school days, although it is never unpleasant to return to the chrysalis. He remember school with some terror “I’ll be honest, I was shy… I had panic to be schooled, subjected, dogmatized. In that time I resisted everything and everyone. I didn’t want to be like my family or like those unreal people on TV who looked all the same to me. I perceived all that uncomfortable reality that I didn’t like and I revealed myself”
Suddenly He had returned to his school days, although it is never pleasant to return to the chrysalis.
“The school is a penal institution in which we are taught to forget childhood”, said poet Leopoldo María Panero.
He just wanted to paint.
“When I was 14 years old I escaped through the window of my room to paint trains in garages five meters under the floor, I was not exactly an obedient schoolboy. I had to bend all kinds of wills, I didn’t have it easy. Once I had a family reunion with the principal of my school because my books were all painted, the lessons were not seen and they had to buy me new ones that I painted again, at that moment graffiti was already the most important thing for me.
Maybe all that resistance was due to the obsessive attempts of parents, teachers, directors, theologians, moralists to knead me? A sad ideological inheritance from that post-industrial era. I would like to know what I or any of us would be like without the pressure of all those grotesque colonizing characters in our childhood.
Hip-Hop is invented by children; “…graffiti was invented by children while they were going to school…”, Enrique Torres aka Part1 TDS told me one day, as well as break-dance (there you have Crazy Legs or Prince Ken Swift). It happened during the Reagan era, one of the hardest ever known in New York, especially in the Bronx.
I remembered my last year with a tear, those days forged my destiny; I was 14 or 15 years old, I had stopped attending a large number of classes because at that time I met Henry Chalfant, he enjoyed a recent popularity and appeared regularly on television or in the press. I always had something better to do than go to class (I escaped adult control as the rabbit escaped from Alice, through a secret den).
Today, many years later I return to school as an artist to bring urban art closer to the Pintaescola project. When I was a child I used to draw to pleasure anything and I had a great time, I started with this energy, I spent a couple of days smearing on the terrace of the house until the figure of a cat or a tiger (or even a fox) appeared that interested me very much as a metaphor and I thought that it would work very well reproduced in the great wall of 13.4 meters long by 4.4 meters high.
It has a bit of Jonathan Swift’s Gulliverian literature or some La Fontaine fable on purpose; also a mischievous look and a smile with autobiographical tints.
I think that children are initiated into literature through the suggestive image of children’s stories, unconsciously reminding them that singular stories and fascinating knowledge await them when they learn to read and that is the idea I have tried to convey on the wall.
There is no greater school than the will and there is nothing more fun than learning things, as they taught in ancient Greek schools: learning by playing.”
All photos by @pacopoyato
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