In the French Quarter, every wall tells a story, even the ones that never spoke before.
 
Anatomy Man began as a photograph of a quiet New Orleans building, its shutters closed tight against the sun. Through digital collage, I gave that silence a voice, layering a burst of imagined graffiti and a painted figure in motion, part anatomy sketch, part spirit of the street.
 
The result is a meditation on transformation: how the ordinary can become mythic, how art rewrites what was once still. The figure dances across the brick like an echo of the city itself,  bold, impermanent, and alive with color.
 
A celebration of creation, decay, and the restless heart of New Orleans.