Sometimes I feel like my life is a bomb on the countdown to detonate. It’s just me, racing against the clock to disarm it before it destroys the whole city block. And my brain is like the bomb maker. As I hold the device in my hand, my expert training kicks in. It tells me …
In the absence of the city, it has been easy to develop a bad attitude about LA. Returning here is always a shock to my system. First of all, my head feels like a snow-globe on account of the jet lag. Moments of seeming coherency are abruptly interrupted by a complete loss of time, space …
“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” ~ Cesar Cruz The definition of art in LA was always measured by two simple outcomes: fame and fortune. Some idealists in my home town might muse that real art was about something else, but at the end of the day, that’s what it came down …
If you are not disturbed, you are not an artist. Read More »