Every morning when the sun starts spilling over the city I drive to work. Same route everyday. I like to think of it as The Orient Express. No freeways. Here’s what I saw today. But before I show you that..I have to show you this. More pages from my visual journal. Lately my brain is buried deep inside a red can of spraypaint. Glossy, drippy red. This self-portrait borders on the ridiculous. Promise you won’t make fun of the sappy look on my face. I was channeling the Mona Lisa. No wait. Maybe it was that kid on The Bad Seed. Remember her? She had a fake smile just like this one. Except mine isn’t fake, it’s real. It just looks fake. My next self portrait will be much more gritty & raw. Think Eartha Kitt after a night of drinking.
I have been admiring this stenciled temporary wall in front of the up and coming FULLER Lofts on San Fernando Road in Lincoln Heights. The wall went up less than a week ago. Tell me you wouldn’t scream like a pack of wild hyenas if you saw this. I hope they have an Open House because I seriously need to get inside this building.
Nearly 80 years ago the W.P. Fuller Paint Company building was a paint warehouse.
This old mural has been here for years and years. It’s faded and tagged but the lips are still shockingly red.
Next I swung through Chinatown on my morning trek. These lanterns are dazzling. All the more so when they are lit up in the early morning light.
I don’t dig the retouched photo too often, but I made a few adjustments in IPhoto for some of these. Just enough so that it looks like I had a camera with me on my dream last night.
Friday is the kids’ last day of 2nd grade. On July 5th they’ll begin their little 3rd grade lives and I’ll get a new brood to cluck over. After school I felt like going for a drive. The windows went down and away I went. This Metro angel directed me into the hills of Mt. Washington.
Oh what a lovely neighborhood that is. This is what I love so much about Los Angeles. The sense of the rural in the middle of the sprawling city. I do love these hills.