The first time I met Victor at his studio, I felt like I was entering a monk’s sanctuary. Victor stood barefoot and shirtless, his pants covered in paint with speckles of white paint on his chest and arms. His paintings start with a charcoal drawing, which he applies on each linen canvas as one continuous stream of consciousness, never lifting the charcoal off the canvas until each thought is done. It’s a mesmerizing process to watch. Victor then applies white paint over the charcoal drawings in thick, textured brush stokes, revealing graceful cityscapes of taxicabs, tall buildings, fire hydrants, bridges, sneakers and water towers.