BLM resident artist, pierre bennu uses humor, music and the creative tools of childhood to consider and explore social norms. Drawing from the graffiti, sampling and griot traditions, he works to connect discarded technologies and cultural artifacts, weaving ancestral stories into an ever evolving future archaeology. pierre’s vision fosters a lifestyle support community that encourages us to live our most creative lives. Creativity is self care.
Through this sampling of pieces from the series “1987� we get a visual meditation on the characters, people & icons who populated a landmark year in the childhood of the artist.
Door Knocker
Growing up I always thought the term “door knockers� had a deeper metaphysical meaning. I figured the mind was the door & the earrings were the knockers. I remember all the magical music we ingested and the spells we cast with words that seemed to have no value outside of our tiny circle. We had no idea our collective joy & expression would inform the world.
I remember the smell of wave cream & pink oil in homeroom. I remember the sound of our laughter & the gods of that era who didn’t live to see today.
BLM resident artist, pierre bennu uses humor, music and the creative tools of childhood to consider and explore social norms. Drawing from the graffiti, sampling and griot traditions, he works to connect discarded technologies and cultural artifacts, weaving ancestral stories into an ever evolving future archaeology. pierre’s vision fosters a lifestyle support community that encourages us to live our most creative lives. Creativity is self care.
Through this sampling of pieces from the series “1987� we get a visual meditation on the characters, people & icons who populated a landmark year in the childhood of the artist.
Door Knocker
Growing up I always thought the term “door knockers� had a deeper metaphysical meaning. I figured the mind was the door & the earrings were the knockers. I remember all the magical music we ingested and the spells we cast with words that seemed to have no value outside of our tiny circle. We had no idea our collective joy & expression would inform the world.
I remember the smell of wave cream & pink oil in homeroom. I remember the sound of our laughter & the gods of that era who didn’t live to see today.