Friday, April 13, 2012

Jermalism: Subvertisements

The Subvertisements series was a natural extension of the Statements. Whilst decorating and commenting upon a landscape rife with advertisements, it was impossible to not critique them, and to modify and subvert them. Corporate agendas in the form of widespread advertising is a plague that continues to spread rampantly. It is impossible to escape having these agendas shoved down your throat in every nook and cranny of our urban environments. As we started our jermalism street art project, we immediately adopted similar strategies utilized by large marketing firms: building brand recognition, repetition, image control, insidious presence, and so forth. The difference is that street art doesn't ask anything of you. With street art, there are no multi-million dollar marketing firms researching psychological warfare tactics and inserting subliminal messages with corporate agendas. Street art can be interpreted by the passer by at his or her own leisure, or can be ignored. While many forms of street art may be illegal, much of it is much more innocent in it's substance and agenda than that of the advertisements that are legal, sanctioned and supported by governments. To sum it up, the constant bombardment of advertisements piss me off.

i am the product.

text message

anatomically corrected

FEMINISN'T muzzle

hello my name is jerm and i'm an alcoholic

SEXism SELLS

so you dance can you think

material girl

consumerisn't

Badvertising


...i am the product
...that is the question
brandalism

I'M NOT LOVIN' IT supersized

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Jermalism: Scrolls

The scrolls consist of fragments of my poems and songs hand stencilled onto rolls of paper with permanent markers, one letter at a time. The poems are torn off of the roll and pasted up in the streets with cellulose paste, which is a water based adhesive. The scrolls are bar none the most open and honest form of street art that I have put up. I open my heart and let it bleed out onto these pages. The scrolls primarily focus on my own internal struggles, sharing my deepest secrets and fears, and addressing and battling my inner demons. As far as growth and self improvement is concerned, the scrolls are the most important thing that I have ever done, equal to writing and recording the songs that many of these scrolls were either sourced from, or inspired me to write. While I have taken an extended hiatus from creating and putting up scrolls to focus my energy on other endeavours, the scrolls series is far from over, and new scrolls are in the works.

a blank page...

attempted suicide note

gone fishing

ignored

i flip the channels between dexter and sopranos...

i'm not insane i just can't find a vein...

my closet skeletons...

...thats just what we do with our lives

...i'm a product...

when depression sets in...

martyrdumb

shadow of a street artist

my face is vacant...

love is like a blanket that i smother with...

"another 9/11 has come and gone, still lady america's gun is drawn." -jerm IX

capitalisn't

eye nose

this message will self-destruct

to whom it may concern

rock bottom

love stops

off the wall

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don't sleep

found in a noose...

...home...

a caveman...

SHED F KODAK 9

99 Problems

my mother called me Jeremiah you can call me jerm...

...i apologize this reoccuring cycle hurts, but i have colonized these reassuring types of words.

presently the precedents set...

maybe (2)

maybe (3)

maybe (4)

...exiled

i fall apart...

colours fade...

Bogotá, Colombia

Bogotá, Colombia

visions...

if i should die before i wake...

...a tribe called question mark

cultivated...

jerm is micromanaging disturbing hyped up fantasies. a man of kin, a mannequin, I'm manic and I'm panicking.

my ape stance (rich s. poster)

saved drafts

C.R.E.A.M.

hollow

...destruction is a coming of age

...a family friend's pet

...a burning inferno remains anxious

...mirage

...an inner sniper rifle type device...

tragic strips

the man in the mirror...

*** UPDATE ***
***May 2014***

After a long hiatus from actively putting up street art to deal with my mental health and addiction issues, I recently created and adhered dozens of new poetry scrolls to the the landscape of my home town of Peterborough, Ontario, Canada.

Feels great to once again get back to bearing the syllables of my troubled soul on the city landscape. More to come.

The Sharpie scratches and etches another poem...

I'm the captain of a sinking ship...

The man in the mirror...

...bored of boredom...

A poignant poem...

Time waits for no man...

Sentences begin...

This is not my suicide note...

Graffiti drips...

I had a flashback...

My quest...

These days...

I pocket probabaly's...

Tragedy bestows my every step...

...faceless

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