During the second week of March, I was furloughed from my job due to the pandemic. I immediately began to reflect on how I navigate this personal, financial, artistic quagmire, and justifiable social unrest. I chose to go underground literally with the sole purpose of utilizing art as a vehicle to articulate my angst, pain, disgust, and anger. With the mask on, I descended Subway stations (23rd Street, Spring Street, 50th Street, 96th Street, 116th Street, 135th Street, etc) that were for the most part free of MTA transit workers and police. I proceeded to attack subway station walls with Fat crayons, archival masking tape, felt pads, and masking tape which culminated in text works and drawings.

—Keith O. Anderson