The United States of an African

Originally posted April 2017.

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m very much into the art scene. As an artist, I am drawn to creativity in form of colors and patterns. It’s one of the reasons I’m obsessed with street art. I travel a lot and one of the most exciting things I find in each city are the bursts of colors and stories spread across the walls of buildings.

Last week I was Houston for Easter. I needed a break from the Midwest. My friend and I were on our way to Discovery Green, an urban park located in downtown. While looking for parking, we came across this cop who gave us whack directions to a free parking area. As we tried following his directions, we soon realized we had gone wrong way when we noticed that the park was no longer in walking distance. Fortunately for us, as we were navigating the area, we came across this block filled with graffiti and I noticed a number of cars parked around it. So we decided to stop and take pictures…you know we had to do it for the gram. I had no idea we had stumbled upon a Houston gem known as the Houston Graffiti Building.

Majority of the people who had congregated at this spot were your urban hipster, hypebeast, woke type, social media obsessed demographic. I don’t know how I managed to leave without getting pictures of them…rookie mistake.