After a year that included painting walls and exhibiting canvasses and giving talks about his mythologically inspired painted universe in Australia, US, France, Spain, and the Netherlands in 2013, Street Artist Skount ended 2013 with a big wall back in Amsterdam called “Inner Colour”
He says that he was motivated by an observation that most people create a mask to hide their real emotions and he thinks it creates a kind of identity disorder and loss of the inner self. He describes the colorful mural as a “metaphorical representation of an imaginary colorful soul, a capture of that special moment when she or he removes the fake mask and starts to enjoy the moments in life as a child in a playground would, sharing and transmitting all that we are, colour, imagination, positivity, energy and good vibes with all the people around, and with the rest of the world.”
Here are some images of that work as it progressed in December.
Skount. Amsterdam, December 2013. (photo © courtesy Skount)
Skount. Amsterdam, December 2013. (photo © courtesy Skount)
Skount. Amsterdam, December 2013. (photo © courtesy Skount)
Skount. Amsterdam, December 2013. (photo © courtesy Skount)
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