Street Artist. Chicagoan. Man of Mystery.
Anonymous street artist Don’t Fret captures Chicago’s gritty spirit through his murals, wheat pasting, and installations.
Chicago artist Don’t Fret says 97 percent of his art no longer exists. And he’s just fine with that.
He began using the moniker Don’t Fret as a teenager before the Chicago Reader
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He has no idea just how many renderings he’s plastered around the city. “But I can say with absolute certainty that 97 percent of everything I’ve done doesn’t exist anymore,” says Fret of a temporary art scene in which he’s made a name for himself—sort of. “There’s something to be said for just putting your work out there anonymously and having it really be part of your work. It’s not about me.”
Rather, the art is all about his birthplace: The City of Big Shoulders trumped by big business. Fret’s larger-than-life characters resembling the Polish, German, and Eastern European faces of his Wicker Park youth turn up under the cover of night beneath signs for Old Style beer and in bricked alleys near slaughter houses, where true hog butchers used to spill and clean up blood within a stone’s throw of various gentrified spots inside the Loop.
Fret’s own blue-collar roots are reflected in equal parts homage and good humor with workaday Dombrowski types and immigrant hot dog vendors. Sometimes he leaves a finger-wagging witticism for the passersby. Maybe a tongue twister with a touch of social commentary: “Sally sells crack cocaine by the seashore.”
“My first love will always be putting work on the street and having that direct interaction with the public,” Fret says. “But I also love doing work inside spaces in galleries and, more recently, taking over abandoned spaces and throwing a kind of temporary experience.”
In August 2014, Fret created a farewell installation in a 75-year-old Fulton Market hardware store scheduled for demolition. There Are Two Seasons in Chicago: Winter and Construction showcased his gigantic characters on the city-block building and used the store’s nut-and-bolt leftovers, including keys and old advertisements, to give visitors a sense of West Side nostalgia.
Fret’s latest show, Big Shoulders, exhibited from July to September 2017 at the Johalla Projects gallery. Big Shoulders takes its name from the first stanza of Carl Sandburg’s famous poem “Chicago” and affronts the viewer with cultural criticism in tongue-and-cheek images and captions.
Fret also hit the small screen, creating art for Joe Swanberg’s Netflix series Easy, a love letter to Chicago filmed primarily in North Side neighborhoods. Fret created episode title cards and murals for the show’s sets.
Even with the critical acclaim, Fret feels better being a bit of a ghost in his own scene, cruising through shows, still somewhat “panicked” with opening-night jitters, unknown to the gathering crowd. An anonymous artist outliving nearly all of his art.