Stanislava Pinchuk has always played by her own rules. From early days roaming the streets of Melbourne armed with a spray can, to her passion project tattooing friends and her refusal to stick to one artistic medium, Pinchuk isn’t your typical paintbrush-wielding artist. “I’m just a really terrible brat who does what she wants,” she says with a laugh. “I think everything I do is a rebellion. It’s the role of artists. I’ve always been this part-cerebral, part-visceral, partconventional, part-disruptive thing.”
Pinchuk, 31, has been on the road for as long as she can remember. Australia to New York, back to Oz for 48 hours, Sarajevo for a few days, then Rome, Florence and now Milan, before heading to Venice tomorrow. “Shit dude, it’s been a long week,” she sighs,…
