The story of Tristan Kerr’s art can be read like words on a page. This is due to the fact that his art, by in large, consists of affectionately humanised typography.
Never really messing with graffiti pieces, never dabbling with water colour landscapes, never really into painting still-lifes or portraits, Tristan has only ever been interested in one thing: signs. And – to my eye, he does them better than anyone else.
Tristan’s first exhibition at Magazine Gallery in February or March of 2010 caught the attention of Timba Smits who’d recently completed the branding for that gallery in Melbourne, which is now closed – Gawker.
The story goes that Tristan got a message on Facebook where Timba expressed his ‘disappointment’ at the similarity between the look of the invite Tristan had designed for his solo show at Magazine and the Gawker Gallery branding… Continue reading
I was going to upload photos from my iPhone documenting this huge artwork in Adelaide. Then these guys made a film that pretty much made my shitty photos redundant. Enjoy that fact.
Art by Ankles, Jake Bresanelo, Jake Holmes, Tristan Kerr, Numskull, Joshua Searson ~ & ~ Matt Stuckey.
ANKLES’ work first hit me between the eyes about five years ago. The artist had removed the ad above the phone console in a phone box. He’d replaced it with his own advertisement which read as a direct challenge to my then publication, Merge Magazine, to ‘do something’ about the lack of a street art community in Adelaide.
That message has never left me. And even though we’ve been friends for years now, I still see that rawness in his work – which still provokes love and hate among street art aficionados, bureaucrats, and street urchins-alike. Ahead of his first major gallery show The Opening Hours decided it was an opportune time to steal a few minutes with the enigmatic artist (photos courtesy of the artist and Andre Castellucci).