From a young age, Nobu, as he was fondly called, was exposed to the beauty of art and the mechanics of music. Keiko often showed him the elegance of Japanese calligraphy, while Marcus introduced him to the rhythm and blues of the saxophone. But the streets of San Francisco held another allure for Nobu: graffiti. The walls spoke to him, every spray and mark representing a voice, a cry, a dream.
From a young age, Nobu, as he was fondly called, was exposed to the beauty of art and the mechanics of music. Keiko often showed him the elegance of Japanese calligraphy, while Marcus introduced him to the rhythm and blues of the saxophone. But the streets of San Francisco held another allure for Nobu: graffiti. The walls spoke to him, every spray and mark representing a voice, a cry, a dream.
