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“Blue in Green (Miles Davis)” — by MAAS
This painting comes from a memory that is both happy and uneasy — nostalgic, romantic, and raw. I remember a cold winter in New York, hustling buyers to look at my photographs in a gallery in DUMBO and to buy my book. It was another time in my life. I was sleeping roughly on the floor of a Mexican guy who was heartbroken and struggling with life himself.
I didn’t feel safe being there. I would leave every morning and only return late at night. But part of that was also a choice. I wanted to stay out, to embrace the night, to walk it, to observe it, and to capture it with my lens. Sometimes I walked all the way from DUMBO to Liberty Avenue in Brooklyn.
Miles Davis was protecting my ears — Blue in Green shielding me from the sound of screams and traffic, setting a soundtrack for my eyes. Steam rising from the drains, rats searching for food, thousands of lives so different from mine crossing paths, all of us surviving one more day. The night, the danger, the movement, the intensity of it all.
This painting holds those moments: pushing boundaries, walking through edgy corners, trying to find my destiny or my fate in places that didn’t promise safety but offered truth. It’s about being present, vulnerable, and alive — letting music guide me while the city revealed itself frame by frame.
Blue in Green is memory, struggle, and quiet beauty. A moment in time when uncertainty became a teacher, and the streets became both refuge and inspiration.
“Blue in Green (Miles Davis)” — by MAAS
This painting comes from a memory that is both happy and uneasy — nostalgic, romantic, and raw. I remember a cold winter in New York, hustling buyers to look at my photographs in a gallery in DUMBO and to buy my book. It was another time in my life. I was sleeping roughly on the floor of a Mexican guy who was heartbroken and struggling with life himself.
I didn’t feel safe being there. I would leave every morning and only return late at night. But part of that was also a choice. I wanted to stay out, to embrace the night, to walk it, to observe it, and to capture it with my lens. Sometimes I walked all the way from DUMBO to Liberty Avenue in Brooklyn.
Miles Davis was protecting my ears — Blue in Green shielding me from the sound of screams and traffic, setting a soundtrack for my eyes. Steam rising from the drains, rats searching for food, thousands of lives so different from mine crossing paths, all of us surviving one more day. The night, the danger, the movement, the intensity of it all.
This painting holds those moments: pushing boundaries, walking through edgy corners, trying to find my destiny or my fate in places that didn’t promise safety but offered truth. It’s about being present, vulnerable, and alive — letting music guide me while the city revealed itself frame by frame.
Blue in Green is memory, struggle, and quiet beauty. A moment in time when uncertainty became a teacher, and the streets became both refuge and inspiration.