Freelon Alley: San Francisco
It feels a bit funny to paint something abstract that bridges the past to the future. This wall is layered with more than just these crazy colors dipping in and out of window sills and doorways. This building was meant to be torn down, but still it sits in the location of my old art gallery, south of Market, San Francisco.
At first the experimental palette felt strange, but it has grown on me. I see the arc of this work bending toward the unknown, pulling from my larger mural around the corner, towards a future where my medium is not confined by time and availability of public space.