Pochoire and pioneer of Street Art Miss. Tic is dead

The artist had painted his illustrated epigrams, as sexy as they are imperinent, on the walls of Paris for more than thirty-five years. It died at the age of 66.

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The news has been announced through its accounts on social networks : the artist Miss. TIC, 66, died Sunday May 22 in Paris following a disease. Unmissable Parisian figure of urban art, she made a name for herself on the walls of the capital in 1985. alleys of Ménilmontant, Marais or La Butte-aux-Cailles, she never left for A simple and effective formula that she will have declined to envy: an impertinent epigram on the feeling of love, accompanied by a sexy self -portrait, often below and high heels, playing the codes of the femme fatale, all painted in Black and white stencil, and enhanced with red.

born in Paris on May 20, 1956 of a Tunisian immigrant father and a Norman mother, Radhia Novat, his real name, grew up in Montmartre, and passed her adolescence in a city of Orly, before a succession Dramas, who will make her orphan very young, and left after the accident which was fatal to her family and left him an atrophied hand. She will study applied arts and street theater in the zero driving company, before going into exile in California, where she frequented the punk environment in the early 1980s. Back in Paris it approaches the Band of Ripoulin brothers and VLPs (long live painting), which paint in the street, on the palisades or by diverting the pubs.

It is a love spite that will inspire his first stencil, placed on a wall of 14 e arrondissement: “I put on wall art to bombardy cores”. Fan of comics, she will borrow her pseudonym from the character of a missing witch Miss Tick in the albums of Picsou. His night and illegal practice, will always echo his desires, his flaws and his sentimental disappointments by his spicy and often committed formulas: “to life, to the amor”, “practicing lover”, “tired war correspondent”, “Does the man come down from the dream?”, “No ideals, just high ideas”, “I play, yes”, “do free acts have a price?”, “The stir passes “,” Muse and I cried “,” I have wave to man “…” She was feminist and united of the cause of women, but in her own way, very free, independent and poetic. was not an ideologist, but deeply anarchist “, confide his finer-child, Antoine and Charlotte Novat, who are his legatees.

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