For Sebas Velasco, the wall is just a larger canvas. A canvas on which to paint with the same attitude of a modern painter, using spray paint as if it were a brush.

In his works, everything evokes a painting. The choice of subject—often portraits or moments of life stolen from time, glimpses of architecture and suburbs, real spaces that retain something metaphysical. Everyday life becomes emotion, restlessness, social redemption. The life of the suburbs and revolutions.

Figures that drip with color as if it were substance, as if it weren’t spray paint that created the contours but the bristles of a large brush with oil paints.

Brilliant colors that do not convey liveliness but seem to immerse us in silence.

Everything is clear, real, full of details that vividly describe a moment, a context. Everything is dreamlike, blurred, and expressionistic. Somewhere between Hopper and Goya.

Sebas not only shows but tells. He doesn’t paint what he sees “but what he feels.”