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Johnathan Kell

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I'm Johnathan Kell, it's not my real name obviously, it's not an alias, it's an ajar. It's a pun taken from a Taxi Girl song... random... Born in Paris between the fall of Saigon and Barbès. I spent my childhood in Jamés, a small town in the center of France... of France and Paris. Coming from seventies separated parents, a stylist for one, a second-hand goods dealer for the other. My Baccalaureate serves as my passport for a six-year trip to study History of Art, history of seeing. Four of those years I spent in Italian Futurism and its noises. I move to Lyon, work in different museums not yet burned. I met New-York, one evening on the docks. Starts going back and forth between the US and France and in my future wife. In 2010, I get married on the rooftops of Brooklyn, then I go back to France to find another one that I had let down. I fall in my turn, I die, I come back, I lose my memory, Zang Tumb Tumb!!!!! It takes me a long time to regain my balance and then here I am... But it's not me anymore... It's Johnathan Kell, the artist, he lives in Lyon now.

He's looking for a vector of creation, something where he could write, make music, graphics and why not a film... Funny thing... science fiction is already taken by Philip K. Dick... Dick... Dick... Ass, porn, here we go!

Johnathan will create with his dick... Dick... Dick... He's making a website to put it all on. The links are established. It's all over the place, the writing, the graphics and the video, he delegates the music to R. Laroche, another wrestler from Lyon.
Working exclusively in the digital field, he uses all digital tools, often against the grain, to elaborate raw and colourful images, concentrating on shapes and lines without ever worrying about the message . What message?
The series presented at the Atmosphere gallery is the result of a two-step process, first collecting images with high potential and then elaborating a digital script to put them on canvas. From liquid crystals to its organic transposition. orgasmic colors. The jet out of frame. Painted and screaming blowjobs, coloured ejaculations. Synthwave images, a tribute to the 80s and 90s, I imagine the porn of Dick's Los Angeles 2019, it's fluo, it's punk and it's artificial. Artificial ass.

It's a work of long scatterings but which ends up being successful after many twists and turns. I like the color, the laughter and the ass. I live after every little death... And again...