Parisian artist HORFEE likes to create disaster wherever he goes, leaving gooey, gruesome pieces on walls around the world. But for his current exhibition, “Chaos Pays,” at New Image Art in LA, HORFEE organizes his “mess,” as he calls it, and shows more than 20 new mixed-media works.
The works in this exhibition feature a different color palette, with layers of neutral tones to draw in the viewer and lead to discoveries. “All the greyish ones take more time for your eyes to adapt to,” HORFEE told The Hundreds. “My work is full of movement and landscapes with characters where nothing is what they are supposed to be anymore.”
Though more organized, his work inside the gallery is just as weird and wonderful as it is on the streets. “I just see more interesting things in a piece of art that is weird than in a piece that is perfect,” he explains.
In the interview below, HORFEE discusses how he developed his aesthetic, his favorite zines, his new exhibition, and also compares his work on the streets to shit and his work in the galleries to vomit. Continue reading to find out why.
ZIO: How did you develop your aesthetic? Did you go to art school or were you self-taught (or both)?
HORFEE: I think style is a mix of practice, personal energy and accepting the clumsiness in what you do. Incorporating the errors of what you wanted to do in the beginning. If you push your limits you find where you’re comfortable to do your thing, and take pleasure in it. I did graffiti with my nickname HORFEE, and kept it for many other things. I was not really drawing at all when I was a kid, but when I had an a serious accident, I had to stay three months in a chair, so I started more and more drawing stuff around my name. It was just a signature at this time. I went through a lot of documentation about people who were doing graff in the U.S. It was obvious that I wanted to feel comfortable drawing whatever I wanted and I figured out I just had to do more and more of what my body could produce. I stopped school very early to finally enter in a fine art school in Paris seven years later. I sucked at it. Just boring rich people inventing an exotic activity in a studio. I wanted to create disaster everywhere I went. I didn’t belong there but I figured I had to finish it. During this time, I also understood that I wanted to succeed in bringing my expressions indoors. And all I was doing was drawings on walls—that doesn’t belong at all in a gallery.
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