Born in Valencia in ‘81. Around ‘98 he began to paint graffiti, initially only towards characters; although he quickly specialized in letters to later make compositions. Member of Bn crew and Vogans. Miedo12 seeks a perfect balance between characters, piece and background. In which they interact in such a way that everything forms a whole in which a story is told at times, while at other times it is a composition simply based on the form. The engine during the first years was to escape from reality, reflecting the hatred and frustration of adolescence. To move on to a search for experiences and personal knowledge, through travel and meeting different writers.
The theme of the works as well as the skills evolve and change according to the time. At the beginning the priority was to make the finest line possible without the need for tricks or templates. An aspect that until today considers it necessary as a differentiated element with respect to other disciplines.
My work is for me, that's why I experiment without stopping… .. sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't.
I started to get into the culture of graffiti writing because of an adolescent searching for an identity, being respected by the people in my neighborhood (graffiti writers are like neighborhood superheroes) and a feeling of self-improvement.
Compared to all my friends I was the last to start painting, I was skateboarding all day, and I also listened to punk and trash metal. So I didn't feel very much into the graffiti and rap movement.
My artistic name was born because I thought it was very important that it had a meaning while letters without content. Fear in Spanish means Miedo. Later, I kept it for a matter of aesthetic balance. The M is similar to an E lying down.
The number 12 is a matter of superstition. It is a number that has always been present. What does bother me very much is that the posters of the exhibitions do not put the whole name. My name is MIEDO12 not Miedo!
One day, out of boredom, a friend of mine, MIVE, asked me if I wanted me to paint a train. I only drew comics. But I said... why not? In the morning I had an accident with the moped and in the afternoon I went to paint. The first time I actually took a spray was on a train.
On that train I tried to do some letters, copying from a fanzine and it was horrible, as expected. The letters turned out so bad for me, that I decided to improve myself so that I wouldn't be the laughing stock of my friends and my neighborhood.
I met part of the BN in Valencia thanks to ROMPE who came to live in this city. In the summer DOSHER came to pay a visit to Rompe and a few months later he got back with REBEL. I don't remember the exact dates but when summer came, part of the BN always stopped in Valencia.
In 2005 there was a very big decline of the movement in my city, there were only fights and writers crossing each other out. So I was crazy to get out of there...
Rebel invited me and my crew back then to participate in the exhibition that he organized together with BN. There I could see SODA, SMASH, WOW, AKUt, Cruze, dumbo, BOOSt,…. For me, to see that mood, to be able to see my idols paint, to see the graffiti writers that I had only seen in magazines, to be able to see their skills. And I’ve also understood that you could paint as a job and to have a future. It opened my mind.
No matter the years I will always see the BN as the crew that gave me everything and have been my teachers. Obviously none of that would have happened if it weren't for...
The main differences I saw between the Spanish and Italian scene were the sizes. Architecturally, my city didn’t have such large walls.
In terms of aesthetic features, I went from deforming the letters a lot and putting many unnecessary outlines to a more minimalist attempt, going through a copy of classic structures from the 90s to a wild wild style but with a middle point of balance.
The truth is that I never gave importance to drawing, until I finished my degree. I put drawing characters and drawing pieces at the same level. For my family circle, my teachers, friends who did not paint or ex-partners, drawing pieces or characters that were not self-portraits or realism of a photo, was a waste of time and that only meant that you were not going to have a good job in the future.
To the rest of the world outside of graffiti I was a loser for that. So I always drew in secret. I say this because it wasn't until I decided to sign up for a neighborhood comic workshop, where I realized what I liked to draw. Having time for myself was a revolution.
Anyone who knew me at that time, whenever I arrived at a house, I took a pen, a piece of paper and I began to draw for hours and hours.
When I spend time without painting I get sad and I feel very empty. I need to paint on a wall or my head starts to focus on my internal fears.
Focusing on an artistic career goes step by step with creating a product that the market or society accepts and likes. My graffiti are just for me and I don't care if the market doesn't like them. To seek approval I can always make flat colored canvases and invent something boring.