Echoes of the Garage

Fragments of life in Los Angeles — art, film, street stories, and the quiet rebuilding of a man. Start here: Best Of • About • Subscribe.

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July 25, 2026

🕹️“The Chair Was Facing the Wrong Way”

What’s a place that no longer exists the way you remember it? July 24, 2026 The old arcade echoed like a clock ticking somewhere far away. Yet somehow… it always sounded as if it were ticking right beside you. All walks of life came and went. High school kids. The occasional homeless man asking for… Continue reading

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arcades, dailyprompt, Echoes of the Garage, friendship, Growing up, Los Angeles, nostalgia
June 2, 2026

“Maybe fragments are enough sometimes.”

📓 May 21, 2026 — 10:36 a.m. Okay, I am trying to relax and sit here in my studio. I am going to reminisce about a moment in my past because I tend to always attack sadness head on. Maybe too often. ⸻ Back somewhere between 2009 and 2012, I was doing late-night deliveries in… Continue reading

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Echoes of the Garage, friendship, life moments, Los Angeles, memory, nostalgia, reflection, storytelling

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.

friendship

🕹️“The Chair Was Facing the Wrong Way”

“Maybe fragments are enough sometimes.”