It’s been said that in slumber our brains solve the puzzles that plague our waking lives. For artist Tatiana Velázquez - or TeeVee Art, as she commonly creates by - that breadth of perplexity is immense.
Cecilia Romero think it’s totally inspiring looking at a blank wall. The bigger the better in fact. So when she had the opportunity to painter a humungous wall in Silverlake at a local grocery store called Yummy.com, she made it her mission to splash her colorful and bubbly styled paintings across the immense public canvas.
“I just kind of get into my little painting zone,” laughs Cecilia Romero, her bubbly disposition mirroring that of her rad color palettes. The LA-bred artist just wrapped up her latest project: a mural spanning a heavily trafficked Silverlake Los Angeles wall. Busy with people and emotions, the mural defines the area and its residents; for Romero, it’s all about those real life moments, full of feelings, personal energy and the relationships, real or not, between herself and the personalities she paints.
Growing up in a working-class household in Phoenix beset by little artistic inspiration, MadMan ‘MDMN’ often escaped into dream visions of Sci-Fi channel shows fueled in equal measure by off-brand action figures with interchangeable and colorful arms and legs.
n. \ˈdis-(ˌ)kō\ \ˈnap\
A short passage of sleep taken while dressed, with music playing, and the aim that one will not fall into deep sleep; thereby allowing the disco napper to relax and recharge, but also wake up and go out later.
The designer turned street artist may have only got her start spray painting the sides of buildings and walls in downtrodden alleyways nearly a year and half ago, but here squiggly-looking cast of characters, which are contrived from the stoned skateboarders and drunk hippie bums she runs into on the Hollywood streets, are a direct response to being out and about in the Los Angeles.
I wish I could say my interest in photography started in my youth. I’d like to tell you someone handed me a camera and encouraged me to start snapping away before I tripped into the limiting sensibilities of adulthood.
The amount of psych/garage rock bands that currently inhabit Los Angeles, and Southern California in general, is vast. Hordes of bands playing all-too-familiar, reverb-drenched tunes can be heard at a number of clubs and venues throughout the city on any given day, which makes attracting the ears of jaded listeners quite a tough feat.