Burbank Mural

I never knew that much about the city of Burbank. I knew it was relatively far from the cool waters of the Pacific Ocean. I knew it was hot. And I knew it had a great old car culture. That was before I spent the past couple months making the drive out there from the 405 to the 101 to the 134... well that was the way with no traffic. I've spent plenty of time on the 5, Magnolia, and Riverside Dr. attempting to circumvent the masses or just to catch the tail end of Happy Hour.

My first 5 or 6 murals were all in towns that I knew well. Towns that I'd spent time in and had a good idea about the history of the areas. My last two, however, were in cities that I'd spent little to no time in (Burbank and Chicago). There's something intimidating about the challenge of capturing the history and feeling of a town on a wall... when you've never been there. Adding to the challenge was that I wanted this to be my first full-color mural (I had a tendency to lean toward the black and gray).

Nevertheless, after countless hours exploring Burbank, and the lovely bars and eateries within (Fiesta Taco, Santoro's, Champ's, the Foxfire, etc.) and many trips to old book tores in pursuit of vintage photos... I finally finished the wall. Many thanks to the O'Brien brothers for providing the wall, Kat and Ash for keeping me company and donating pizza, Bud Brian for his bar travel guide, and Natalie for being the shop manager and a model on the wall...