“How do you pick the people you paint?” Stacy asked, suddenly curious.
Sta tilted her head. “Depends which version you mean. That one lives at the overpass. I’m the one who takes the photos.” wowgirls230225stacycruzinterviewwithsta verified
Stacy understood that her piece wouldn’t be a tidy profile. It would be an invitation: a pause on a busy page, a reminder that art sometimes arrives unannounced and rearranges the way we travel through the city. She pressed stop, but left the recorder in her pocket; she wanted the conversation to continue, not as content, but as a memory. “How do you pick the people you paint
Sta’s laugh was small. “All the time. But I’m better at hiding in plain sight than a mural is. The painting will always be louder than I am.” That one lives at the overpass