Spent my spring break doing un-spring break type of stuff. No Cancun. No Daytona. Just Bushwick and all of it's dilapidated glory. Ended up renting an awesome studio down the street from my digs. The sign out front says built in 1896 and has a big THR emblem reminding me of Barry Mcgee. Next door is a auto parts graveyard. No junkyard dog in sight, just bumpers for as long as the nose can smell brake fluid.
I got the studio to work on the McCarran Int'l Airport mural that is being installed in mid-May. Check the process below.