Mr Chat (≠ from Mr A), is a swiss post-graffiti artist.

M.Chat is a chimera inspired by Picasso’s dove, a sphinx echoing the winged lion of Venice, you said.
Mr Chat: I’m not a Cézanne whose father was a banker. The goal in art is to monetize my mediocre talent—because let’s face it, we can talk about mediocre talent—with doctors, pharmacists, politicians, people with money. That allows me to buy groceries. It’s very, very simple, the painter’s job. You just have to sell paintings.

You studied in Orléans and worked with Chris Marker, and the Centre Pompidou.
Mr Chat: : They got the wrong person. They must have thought they were working with someone else.

Your paintings fill Montmartre
Mr Chat: : I know Montmartre and Van Gogh. Living in Saint-Ouen, I see the Sacré-Cœur every morning. Luckily, my paintings sell pretty well. That’s why I allow myself to be a bit ironic. Things aren’t going that badly. It’s the only stance left: cynicism, irony. Take things lightly, or else…

The irony of the Cheshire Cat.
Mr Chat: : The devil is in the details and painting is very debilitating, actually. People don’t realize. But spending all day in front of a canvas, like a prisoner, doesn’t help you stay intelligent.

It’s a solitude, above all.
Mr Chat: : Painting dulls you, let’s not kid ourselves. It’s an alienation. Especially today, the only interest is earning a living to go on vacation with your kids or whatever, and in the end, as soon as you talk about money, you come off as a… what’s it called? An opportunist? A........

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