Echoes of the Garage

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childhood memories

May 21, 2026

“I was surviving, not living”

📓 Thursday, May 14, 2026 — 7:25 p.m. 💬 Question What’s a moment where you realized you were surviving… but not really living? ⸻ I am sitting in my dimly lit studio. Only the standing light to my right on. Set to 20%. ⸻ Alien videos on YouTube. Si No Te Hubieras Ido by Maná… Continue reading

Journal

burnout, childhood memories, creativity, Echoes of the Garage, mental health, personal growth, reflection, self awareness
December 26, 2025

“When My Mom Said I Was “Going Purple”

Exposition Park When I was a little kid, I used to go to Exposition Park—the Coliseum, USC, that whole area. It’s one of those places that doesn’t feel like a location. It feels like a chapter. Back then I had severe asthma. So bad I skipped kindergarten. I was always in the emergency room. I… Continue reading

Daily Prompt

“When My Mom Said I Was “Going Purple”, #nostalgia, childhood memories, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-2169, Exposition Par, Los Angeles, south central

About Me

I’m Roberto Sanchez — illustrator, writer, and delivery driver in Los Angeles.

By day, I sell plastic bags out of a van across South Central.

By night, I draw, write, and build my life brick by brick.

I graduated from Cal State Long Beach in 2022 with a BFA in Illustration, but art has never been just school to me. It’s survival, reflection, and expression. My illustrations come slow — patience is part of the work.

I live and create out of a converted garage.

That small room became Echoes of the Garage — the place where I put words, drawings, and the pieces of a life I’m rebuilding one step at a time.

Here you’ll find journal entries, Hood Chronicles, and visual experiments that try to capture the absurd, the painful, and the human in everyday life.

This is where I put it all: drawings, words, and fragments of a life in motion.

This site is where I put it all: drawings, words, and fragments of a life in motion.

childhood memories

“I was surviving, not living”

“When My Mom Said I Was “Going Purple”