Dobroye ytro !
Brooklyn based Street Artist and Fine Artist Specter was in Dushanbe, Tajikistan for two weeks where he gave a few lectures and conducted workshops about street art and public art and his experiences as a Street Artist in the last few years.
Specter. Dushanbe, Tajikistan (photo © Specter)
“While I was there I also had a chance to put up what I would call the first piece of street art in Tajikistan,” says Specter, and we have no reason to doubt it. The hand painted wheat-pasted pieces Specter has been doing featuring sober, no-nonsense portraits swathed in woven fabric that wraps or floats loosely around the head or torso. As is his practice, the neighborhood, history, and people play into his selections of model and materials.
An assistant stands aside the new Specter piece in Dushanbe, Tajikistan (photo © Specter)
Okay, everybody look this way. Ready? Smile! A new Specter piece in Dushanbe, Tajikistan (photo © Specter)
Specter. Dushanbe, Tajikistan. Specter at work with local artists during a week of workshops at the Bactria Cultural Center. (photo © Specter)
Specter. Dushanbe, Tajikistan (photo © Specter)
Specter. Dushanbe, Tajikistan (photo © Specter)
Central Asian Graffiti king, Evgenii Makshakov AKA Chervi, also taught workshops and gave lectures for art students at Bactria.
Chervi. Dushanbe, Tajikistan (photo © Specter)
Chervi. Dushanbe, Tajikistan (photo © Specter)
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