Thursday, March 22, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
I travel Forest Lawn Dr. often on my way to visit my family in the Inland Empire and I can't help but admire the flower sellers. They become invisible at the sight of the police, but bloom and emerge to provide convenience for those seeking it. In this large city of Los Angeles, they are representations of the struggles of those at the bottom of the economic ladder, spending their time on the run in the hot sun, while others enjoy their weekends.
There is something beautiful about a parked worktruck, motionless and glowing in the Southern California sunlight. They roam the west end of Los Angeles, and stop, like resting beasts in front of their jobsites, miles devoted to chasing the american dream.
Ramiro Gomez, Public Artist
Affirms The 'Human Statement'
Of Hollywood Hills'
click on the link to read a recent article about my work in the Huffington Post!