A Flower

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The Professor *

‘What is it? he asks the little boy, as he hands out his sculpture.’

“Wait a second,” he says and he continues to swiftly sculpt the wire with his pliers.
“What is it?” he asks the little boy, as he hands out his sculpture.
“A donkey!” the boy exclaims.
“No.”
“A giraffe?” tries the girl.
“No,” he sounds disappointed. “It’s a flower!”


* The name he goes by.

Prince of the Desert

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Ras, 1953-

“I have a dream that my dad was still alive. He came back alive and finished the building he was working on, he wanted to build a restaurant somewhere. A bakery. . . but he died on an ugly day of a heart attack.”

My name is Ras, R.A.S. It’s an African name in the desert by Saudi Arabia, it means Prince of the Desert. Born March 5th, 1953 in Alameda, where Robert Crown Beach, by Alameda hospital over there. My daddy was in the army Read more »

Christmas Ornaments

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The Professor *

‘My sculptures speak for me.’

He rather not talk, maybe another time. The sculptures speak for me, he says; take photos of them. Across the street, one of his sculptures stands, a four feet wire man, holding a bike-shaped rack. His other creations, vanes and small sculptures made of recycled materials, are attached to nearby trees and street signs. The vanes, he explains, are Charismas ornaments. He hopes to have at least one decoration for each tree on the avenue.

He has lived on that street corner of Neilson and Solano in Albany for a year and a half. One day in October 2016, he was no longer there. His boxes remained, as well as the Christmas decorations, but his four feet wire man sculpture was gone. A week passed by, then another. And by early November, his stuff was removed, as well as all of his Christmas decorations.


* The name he goes by.

Hitchhiking in Hawaii

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Sean, 1978-

“‘Hey Sean’, he said, ‘I heard that you have only 46 cents in your pocket’. ‘Yes, sir. There’s nothing around here, I can’t sell my artwork.’ I am crippled when I can’t sell my artwork.”

A kind moment?

I just came back from Hawaii three months ago. Me and two other people were walking on King Kameha road, up into the mountains. This place is desolate, no one goes, there were barely any cars. It was raining, pretty miserable, and it was a long walk. I never hitchhiked before in my life; hey, I’m a 6’2, big, black guy. But it was raining, Read more »

Surprise Visit

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Bruce, 1980-

“My mom is pretty much going to curse me out, then squeeze me, then curse me out and squeeze me some more.”

A lot of people are important to me. My family is important, but it is also part of my depression, which is the reason why I left home a while back. But still, even so, it is a combination, mixed feelings. Being away from home, a little bit is pride, to be honest, but a lot of it is Read more »