08/07/2026
Today I walked through SFMOMA surrounded by giants.
Picasso.
Magritte.
Frida Kahlo.
Diego Rivera.
Chuck Close.
Warhol.
Names we learn.
Names we teach.
Names that changed what art was allowed to be.
But seeing the actual work is different.
You see the scale.
The surface.
The mistakes.
The brushstrokes.
The decisions.
You realize these weren’t always “masterpieces.”
At some point, they were just ideas in someone’s head.
A blank surface.
A risk.
Someone deciding:
I’m going to make this anyway.
And walking through those galleries today, I kept thinking about what it means to be an artist right now.
To make work in 2026.
To teach art.
To study it.
To build my own visual language.
To keep experimenting even when I don’t know exactly where it’s going.
Because every movement started before it had a name.
Every famous artist was once unknown.
And every piece of art history was once simply…
new art.
I left SFMOMA inspired.
But more importantly—
I left wanting to get back into the studio.
There’s more work to make.
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