February 2015

February 2015 was one of the rawest collages of the era. The art cart was falling apart (I built a new one every 6 months or so) & the grime level 9/10  

New York looks like it’s been dragged through slush, subway brake dust, and deli coffee. The images feel like a handheld documentary of survival: harsh light, dirty corners, wet pavement, sticker-bombed textures, & that unmistakable underground energy that only existed when my whole operation lived in the train stations.

This month is visually grimy in the best way, like the city itself left fingerprints on the camera lens. No polish, no posing, just the real NYC: loud, layered, & slightly chaotic. The kind of month where you can almost smell the platform air and hear the train pulling in.