Murals & Public Art

It all started when I was 10 years old and hanging out at a place that made the best fresh french fries ever in my Southern California, Los Angeles Community, Inglewood to be exact. It was located across the parking lot from a popular donut shop frequented by the local police….

That’s the warm summer day I had met some local graffiti artists who asked if I wanted to go out painting with them one of these days.  As someone who was already hard into art, I was intrigued, until I witnessed the most impactful event of my young impressionable life…..  A police car drove up to the donut shop to pick up coffee and such. They parked their car in two spots and gallantly got out, adjusted their guns and sticks, and strolled into the shop. As they were flirting with the teenage girl getting their sugar goodness, my new friends walked casually to the police cars, opened their bags and painted the entire cop car top to bottom with spray paint while the distracted copers were busy.  I was absolutely amazed at the quickness, the artistry, and the bravado in this event.  On one side of the car was a portrait of a pink pig holding a donut while on the other was a piece of ham on a plate like a Dr. Seuse book. After just a few minutes, they put their used cans into their bags and walked casually back to where we were watching them.

A year later I finally got the nerve to try out this newly discovered medium. I was painting every chance I could in the aqueducts and backs of buildings, living the life of a young street artist by night while my parents slept, and loyal student by day.

Years later, The summer before I got into High School, I was painting at a regular spot in an abandoned building not frequented by anyone but homeless and the occasional drunk High Schooler. As I was finishing up some of the outlines of my newest creation I heard a deep yell of a man, then jumping down was what looked like Andre the Giants Bigger brother carrying a baseball bat.  His blood shot eyes and what looked like smoke pouring out of his ears only dramatized what I thought my fate was. He got within five feet of me and stopped.  He looked at my creation, dropped his bat to his side, got a small smile on his face and started gawking at the amazing beautiful mural I put on his property.  He happened to own some other buildings in the neighborhood which turned into my first group of commissions for public art.

From that single event of hope and promise someone gave me, I was on the path of painting every chance I got, only with the full backing of the US Government with their Benjamin Franklin paper note….  This is some of what has comprised of those beginnings….

The police came out to see the custom paint job, threw their coffee on the ground, and was looking around to see if they can catch any perps.  Guess which group of kids they saw, my group of newly discovered delinquents. When asked if we saw anything, each and every one of us said, “nope.” They walked away perplexed. I didn’t understand it then, but the leader of the group got a big wink and smile from the donut girl inside.

A year later I finally got the nerve to try out this newly discovered medium. I was painting every chance I could in the aqueducts and backs of buildings, living the life of a young street artist by night while my parents slept, and loyal student by day.

Years later, The summer before I got into High School, I was painting at a regular spot in an abandoned building not frequented by anyone but homeless and the occasional drunk High Schooler. As I was finishing up some of the outlines of my newest creation I heard a deep yell of a man, then jumping down was what looked like Andre the Giants Bigger brother carrying a baseball bat.  His blood shot eyes and what looked like smoke pouring out of his ears only dramatized what I thought my fate was. He got within five feet of me and stopped.  He looked at my creation, dropped his bat to his side, got a small smile on his face and started gawking at the amazing beautiful mural I put on his property.  He happened to own some other buildings in the neighborhood which turned into my first group of commissions for public art.

From that single event of hope and promise someone gave me, I was on the path of painting every chance I got, only with the full backing of the US Government with their Benjamin Franklin paper note….

This is some of what has comprised of those beginnings….