I harp on all the danged time about looking around and seeing art, no matter where I may be. While I do want you to open your eyes and see that art for yourself, I mostly harp for…
The Color Run
On Saturday, I participated in something called “The Color Run.” It takes place around the country and it’s not too late for you to sign up (depending on where you live). This is how I looked when…
After the Rain…
It’s been raining in Los Angeles. I’m fond of rain, but that’s just me. After the clouds stopped crying the other day, the sky was beautiful, with a near-full moon. In broad daylight. It took my breath…
Muscle Memory
I painted last night, and I am happy to report I have re-acclimated to the studio environment. After last week, I was wondering. But last night found me comfortable with the brush and the paints. I was…
Takes It Where You Can Gets It
If you’re anything like me, you appreciate a good giggle. I saw the above sign at a dry cleaner and I chuckled right out loud. A laugh is a laugh, friends, and I’ll takes one where I…
I Love This Gal
I was at a meeting yesterday afternoon. A meeting that took place on a street corner in a residential neighborhood. And yes, everything about this meeting was legal. Ahem… So I was standing beside my car,…
Homeward Bound
The home quest continues. It is a fascinating ride, too, friends. California is a crazy place to live, not only for the unbelievably high prices but also for the unbelievably high number of documents one must wade through…
A Brass Bra In January
It’s cold in L.A. Real cold. As in, I’ve been experiencing shivering in places that don’t normally shiver, y’all. At Saturday night’s WEXMAS party, I was so cold my legs stopped working. And I was next to…
West Side Story
I was on the West Side of L.A. yesterday, taking care of some art bid-ness, when a rather odd experience came my way. It was a perfect storm: I had to piss like a racehorse, my…