At midday the small shop appears to be a lackluster shop with bars in front of the windows across from a rec center and a large church. It’s when the letters light up at night reading “PROPER PRINT SHOP” in bright rainbow colors to the sidewalk on the other side of Montana street that one recognizes the shop that has made it its mission to help young artists grow and be able to reach an audience.
In the historical district of Manhattan Heights lives the sculptor Ho Baron, in his house, adorned with large shrubs and trees but the most interesting part of his yard are his sculptures, visible from the street. Amid the towering “gods,” The Water God, sits covered with intertwined roots making his house look like an abandoned, mystical place.
In a garage, when the courts have seen their cases for the day, the judges hang up their robes, and the lawyers swarm home to relax after long days in court, the Sun City watches the sun slide behind the mountain and Patrick Gabaldon starts to work his magic. Continue reading “Patrick Gabaldon”
On a typical hot El Paso afternoon, Cristian and Ramón Cardenas, a pair of local artists better known as Los Dos, were retouching their mural at Father Rahm Street. They are drawn to the downtown area as a location for their work, because it has the most foot traffic in the city allowing some kind of involvement. Continue reading “Los Dos”
Behind the airbrushed murals of Chicano students from Bowie High School, behind the painted baggy pants and wrinkly faces and all the brown skin and sun worn demeanors is the white scraggly beard of Gaspar Enriquez.