In 1993, Robert and I lived on Calle San Felio and attended a course in advertising photography where he learned some technique and I… I don't even remember. We photographed the city of Palma almost in desperation. What we know today as street art was simply vandalism.
We lived right across the street from Texas Jacks, an American bar whose walls had been completely graffitied and sgraffiti by the Marines.
Photo by Marie-Noëlle Ginard, 1992.
Our photos showed old, poor and dirty streets, populated by whores and drunks. It would take a few years for chic galleries and shops to open there.
Closed barber shop in Puig de San Pere, Palma.
Photo by Robert López Hinton, 1993.
One night, when the Baluard was not Es Baluard, San Felio was not San Felio street and Can Monroig did not exist for the two of us, we took a few of my tapestries, a camera and a tripod and walked to the walls surrounding Es Baluard. There we hung some of my canvases and photographed them. I don't think anyone saw us, we didn't care and we didn't want to draw attention to ourselves. We didn't have a name for what we were doing either. Today they would call it "ephemeral urban art intervention" or something similar. Of course, there are some souvenir photos that we will digitize one day.
Tapestries by Marie-Noëlle Ginard on the walls of Es Baluard, 1993.
Photos by Robert Lopez Hinton
Marie-Noëlle Ginard Féron, 1993
Robert Lopez Hinton, 1992
Twenty years have passed. Yet I still feel that we are living one of the most interesting moments of our lives, the most intense, the most complicated. Or perhaps the present is always the most interesting moment?
Marie-Noëlle Ginard, 2013, Can Monroig, Inca, July 2013
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