The most challenging thing about growing up in Venice? I guess it was deciphering the truth from everybody else’s BS.
At home, on the streets; it seemed like everybody, or just about everybody I talked to was either lying or they were making up stuff in their own heads. I would question my own reality. I was like, “Can I trust my brothers? Can I trust anyone?” I should be able to trust family, but it wasn’t always clear. My brothers were, you know, Venice hoodlums. Having those guys to look up to, for me, was insane for a while. I thought that was the road I would go down. I really didn’t think I had a choice.
Brad was the first to be painted in the West of Lincoln Project, following my own self portrait. He offered to tell his story and have me paint it before anyone else had agreed to participate. Brad and I met as little kids, crossing paths at the local church and the church summer camps. Later, I remember Brad being there when learning how to smoke pot at that church in a refrigerator box someplace out of sight on the property. I also knew who a few of his brothers were. Over the years, I wouldn’t see much of Brad until we worked together on this project.
W e s t of L i n c o l n Project
August 5 – September 1