What she really looks like I have no idea, but her spray paint alter ego is a stunner!
‘Go ahead and break mine!’ some of you out there in virtual hyperspace are no doubt thinking. Miss.Tíc must live in our Butte Aux Cailles neighhood! That’s my hunch and I’m stickin’ to it. We don’t see her work anywhere else. In fact, my best guess is that she’s friends with local shop owners, because nobody seems to paint over her ‘graffiti.’ One of her best works frames a very popular local café:
If any of you readers can render better translations, please send them in. My French is unpardonable and I know it!
What the heck does that mean? I think I get this one:
My interpretation, probably way off. Miss.Tíc seems to go for sexy poster boys:
This one decorates the wall of another local café, just down the street:
Yikes, I found out all about Miss.Tíc when I googled her just now! She’s famous!
“Born in Montmartre of a Tunisian immigrant father and a French mother, [whom she refers to as] an enlightened peasant,” Miss.Tíc grew up on the hill, Butte aux Cailles, “neighborhood of poets, painters and prostitutes…” (Hey, that’s our neighborhood they’re talking about!) Miss.Tíc came to be known for her street art; “she often refers to this district in her works and performances.” (Wikipedia, my translation from the French)
Miss.Tíc spent a couple of years in California in the 1980s. She must have been impressed with California style graffiti — God knows there’s plenty of it! She returned to Paris after a devastating break-up, and around 1985 began to channel her feelings about life and love into street art. Using red and black spray paint and stencils, she uses random walls to frame her work. Despite no formal art training, Miss.Tíc’s self-assured and sexy heroine is knee deep in talent and expertise.
“For years Miss.Tíc has bombarded the walls of Paris with her subtle and ambiguous stencils. And all this time, the owners of these same walls erase them…. So when we find one intact, it is a pleasure, a great pleasure … You can find her works enhancing walls throughout the 13th – particularly the Butte-aux-Cailles neighborhood.” (from www.missticinparis.com)
Each gives but who picks up the tab? Miss.Tíc’s sketchy self-portraits, enhanced by sardonic humor, chronicle the feminine wisdom gained in encounters with the other sex.
You only love me in passing. Her street-smart style playfully questions modern femininity, subjectivity, and sexuality.
Book of doubts. Notice how only one eye is behind the veil? How like a woman is that? and how interesting the oblique reference to veils. In the last few years Miss.Tíc has begun to create works off-the-street. I love the way she is beginning to use more colors to express her feelings!
One should only declare love to love itself!?
We love you Miss.Tíc! Keep it up! Back to the walls! Women Artists United! We have Nothing to Lose but our Illusions and Delusions!
How does it feel to be posterized and put up on a wall? Hmmm, let me think … Fun!
and keeping my eyes open for those divine moments when I spot Miss.Tíc on an obliging wall! And waiting for that magical Peugot to show up at midnight …