I'm Tedy Salad, the poor man's Banksy, although more like Van Gough, never sold anything whilst alive.
This page doesn’t exist. No bio, no face, no hype. The work speaks — or mumbles — for itself. Just like the photographer behind it.
There’s no three-metre square you can stand in and say “this is where it started.” No ///real.place.made
Only fragments, frames, and fleeting light.
This is where I keep my images, ideas and clutter. I get bored easily and stuff here changes all the time, like Donald Trump’s mind.
