Loosely inspired by the book of the same name, "Red Balloon" exists in the space between the nine-to-fiver’s polished leather shoes and the forgotten soil lying inches beneath the financial district sidewalk. A rooster crowing at 3am in the heart of San Francisco; a red balloon floating into a grey city. Scenes from the back-alley of imagination, I guess I'm trying to show a sense of possibility in a world grown over-familiar.