Digging through the archives recently and I found this photo of a door from sometime in 2012. I love the minimal pattern, much of it single line, along with the loose flow of the lines. There’s a distinct improvised, on-the-spot feel to the piece.

Manhattan.

Finally, made it back into the city and spotted this little gem. Confident line work with a great attitude and joy.

Soho, Manhattan.

One final piece from this pandemic plywood series. This one with a mix of things going on — the blue cover up, the pattern, the tag overlay, the phrase (stenciled?) and the broken black heart. A good use of the plywood as a reversed color in the pattern versus the heart where instead of drawing two halves, it’s a single heart split with gold. Perhaps that’s the whole point — the pattern of whole things broken and super understanding.

Soho, Manhattan.

Another plywood piece from a boarded up storefront. Appreciate the question and think it’s interesting that the it’s covering the hearts. @tmjartscollective

Soho, Manhattan.

The pandemic provided fresh new canvases along with the quiet streets to paint. This piece is a bit sinister as it conjures the grim reaper, the angel of death calling for change. But change is often hard and we do resist. Perhaps that’s why the call comes from the dark. And is that a monocle? Somehow my brain says yes.

Soho, Manhattan.

Again, I’m reminded of a cartoon reference that I can’t put my finger on. The stylized mouths, both happy and comically angry, inside the counters are a great feature. A fairly simple and quick piece, but elevated by the third color used for the highlights.

Midtown, Manhattan.

I’ll always be a fan of cartoons, so this character caught my eye. I love the subtle Japanese hints to the artwork. It’s like a piece of deity fan art.

Midtown, Manhattan.