The conditions of the different neighborhoods I passed through were hidden from view. The freeway cut through areas populated by people of varying different racial and financial background, yet it all looked similar from the freeway. At speeds of 65-70 miles, most things seemed a blur. Houses, cars, palm trees, advertisements, and signs came in and out of vision. The high speed strung them together into a continuous stream of objects that meant very little to me as I headed towards my destination.

The orange stripe represents freedom from the confines of home. Now that I sit in the confines of my car with the AC blasting in my face, the metro breaks my rhythm, makes me think, and gives me a break in traffic. Though not for long - not a minute has passed before the impatient driver in back of me started honking, jolting me out of my nostalgia and back into reality.

Age is beautiful. Living in a country that's hyper obsessed with youth, I value age, ironically. I like the stories the wrinkles and folds on a person's body convey about his/her life's hardship and pleasures. The winkled lips of a smoker, the crow's feet of someone who's smiled or squinted too much, the scowl of someone who has been perpetually sad are all revealed on the human face. Muscles have memories and every experience leaves a visible trace on the body.

The sandals belonged to someone with smaller feet than mine. They sits on the pavement in a haphazard manner, as though a woman just flung them off her feet. Now they wait and wait - to be admired, to be loved, to be picked up again.

As I approached the chopped trunks and branches of a palm tree, the two men and a boy stopped working. I looked on with great sadness at the job they were carrying out. The once great palm tree, now rested on the pavement, sliced and fragmented.

Under the bright glare of multiple construction lights, the 405 freeway looks different from the vantage point of a nearby parking lot. I watched a construction worker hard at work, fixing structure that supports it.

Los Angeles is known for its freeways, that stretch long and wide to connect the city with the rest of the country. It has some of the most amazing freeways I've seen. They represent the blood line of the city. They contribute to making this one of the most attractive places to live. With transportation, comes a lively commerce. To accommodate the large population that live and work here, I often see the freeways being repaired and expanded to allow for heavy flow. I appreciate the job of the construction worker, because he enables the smoother flow of traffic.

It intrigues me to watch people from different professions work. Tonight I observed the construction worker and the conditions that he works under, up close. Each person plays an important role in the operation of the city, no matter what they do for a living.

In my latest experiments using Adobe Illustrator CS2, I created voluminous shapes that protude and evoke phallic imagery. Is that what's on my mind? Often I surprise myself by what I produce. Art enables me to get a deeper understanding of my own psyche and subsconscious. I can see the dimensional shapes turned into actual physical objects. Vector graphics are scalable without the loss of quality and serve as a great way for me to work out my ideas.