My vibrant, geometric artworks celebrate street vendors. The fragmented planes mirror their resilience, bold colors echo their energy. Like Cubist poetry, they capture the rhythm of carts and crowds
Over years, I've been a customer to many of these business nomads. They sell everything from hats to sock, flowers to furniture, as well as produce and ethnic delicacies that might otherwise be hard to find.
In neighborhoods abandoned by chains, vendors are lifelines. Their carts are the grocery store, pharmacy, and community hub, all rolled into one.
NYC’s 1980s permit cap (still stuck at ~4,000) ignores today’s 8.4 million residents + tourists. Funny math: 40 years of growth, zero permits added. (Source: NYC Census 2020)
Let’s fight for policies that match their grit. Support vendors, demand permit reform, and feast on justice. The real “urban renewal”? It’s served daily, on paper plates.
Want to dig deeper...consider checking out the Street Vendor Project at https://www.streetvendor.org/