Why paint only one word per canvas?
Because one word is enough. Everything else is noise.
Why the drips?
Because nothing stays intact. Everything moves. The word stays.
How do you choose your words?
They hit me like a punch. If they stay with me, they deserve to be painted.
Your art has gone from the streets to collectors’ walls. What does that change?
Nothing has changed. The word stays the same. The impact is the same.
I still paint where i want, how i want.
Why refuse to be recognized?
Because art doesn’t need a face. A word doesn’t need a name.
How do you want your work to impact people?
I don’t want people to think too much.
I want them to feel. To take the shock of my word right in the face.
Last question. Where is VANDL going?
Forward, until there’s nothing left to say.
No one really knows who he is. Some say he’s from Paris, others place him in Barcelona, or maybe Berlin.
His artistic approach: the word as a visual explosion
VANDL doesn’t paint images. He doesn’t tell complicated stories. He strikes with a word. A single one.
• A word written at the top of the canvas, like a scream.
• A word that drips, refusing to be clean, refusing to freeze.
• A word that needs no explanation.
You feel it, or you walk away.
One thing is certain: he has left his mark everywhere. His first works appeared under bridges, on the grimy walls of cities, in places society wants to forget. Raw words, dripping with rage and truth, leaving trails behind them, as if the word itself were crying or bleeding.
From the streets to galleries… without compromise
Each painting is a contained explosion, a silent manifesto that speaks directly to the viewer
He never appears in public. He continues to place his works on the streets, in secret, a tribute to his origins.
No one knows where he will strike next.
VANDL is elusive— a ghost of street art, a poet of urban minimalism