0331c

Leaves traces. Not the tidy kind. Scorched ceilings, scraped symbols, soot in stairwells. He moves through ruins and woods, tunnels and tracks — places skipped over, half-forgotten. The gesture is fast, sometimes brutal, always deliberate.

Each mark records a moment of presence, but also a thought — heavy, not explained. The work sits between graffiti, sculpture, ritual. Ultimately, it turns space into evidence.

He works with what he can carry: a fire extinguisher filled with paint, flames, a chisel grinding into stone. In cities built for forgetting, his pieces push against the idea that graffiti is fleeting. He avoids the street art crowd chasing trends or sales — he cuts into stone. It lasts. This is graffiti as a monument, more than just a moment.

Still, the work stays wild. No fixed method, only repeated instincts. Burning soot into stairwells. Carving signs into boulders like offerings. At times, it’s a name — his pseudonym — functioning like a pixel or a code. In this way, 0331c builds a visual form of thinking, obsessive and mutable. He narrows his focus until it becomes material.

Graffiti, for him, is an origin, a primal root of image-making, before tools had names. Before museums. Fire, stone, ash, motion. These are his tools. Occasionally, he documents. Other times, the act is enough. What he creates resists comfort. The surface cracks. The medium falls. And yet, the imprint stays.