Sonny Farrier. York, Nebraska

                                                                           
                                                                       "On my worst days I get plowed."

Los Angeles I'm Yours

                             (Jim's Burgers  Washington Blvd. East of Downtown.  The Family Pack includes five burgers, five fries, and five small drinks.)

HOUSTON (Reuters) -- NASA scientists recently theorized that a bonfire of all the Self-Help books bought in California would be visible from the moon.

Word on the Street

Feel the love...

Kachina Dolls at the Autry Museum in Los Angeles

Phil Fulks wasted most of his life convincing others to buy shit he himself hated, or, at least, cared very little about.  "Inauthentic" was what he called it after a few beers at the Doghead Tavern. Then he'd laugh, order another round, and get up the next morning and do it all over again.  

In 1987, Phil Fulks sold more solar pool covers than any other salesman in the San Fernando Valley before he drove his Nissan 280 Z off Mulholland Drive.

White Guys On Maps

Los Angeles Signage

Sometimes you gotta take a drive.  Head east on Pico Boulevard -- just keep going.  You'll get there. 

HOPERS & DREAMERS

                                           Jonathan Roigel, 19, Silver Lake.   Free-styling on a Tuesday.

Street Level

              Okay, that's better.                         

More Art Al Fresco

If you want people to miss your art, stick it up a tree.  Especially nowadays with everyone glued to their phone for the latest photo of Kim Kardashian without makeup.  

But maybe the art of the whole thing was deciding on the perch, lugging a ladder out at midnight, and then hauling a papier mache wrestler head up into the crook of a ficus tree.    

The journey, right?  Screw the destination.

A little help

Outdoor Art

Art Lovers

One Man Art installation, Los Angeles  (Acrylic, oil on canvas) 

Overheard conversation between two women at a pet rescue event on Larchmont Boulevard Sunday, June 1st:  "I think Jesus would've owned like a pitbull, you know to show that they're really, you know, misunderstood."   Then the second woman added, "The bible doesn't say anything about dogs or cats.  That's why I don't believe it's some sacred text."              

Mountain Storm!

(Notebook Cover, Acrylic) 

Yama Arashi (山嵐^?, "mountain storm") is one of the preserved throwing techniques, Habukareta Waza, of Judo. It belonged to the fifth group, Dai Gokyo, of the 1895 Gokyo no Waza lists.

Bullshit Camera/No Bullshit Answers

At last night's gallery show, during Artwalk, I made a shoebox/oatmeal container to look like a camera along with a pool filter/bamboo boom mic and let people talk about themselves.   We started inside at first then moved to the front sidewalk.

I was interested how the formal interview setting and the camera/microphone set up (albeit fake) would affect people.

After some initial giggling, almost everyone settled in and were completely serious and thoughtful.

Something about the faux camera and mic, plus the bright lights, prompted authentic reactions.

I began with a few softballs like, "where are you from?" and "how do you like Los Angeles?" 

Then moved on to, "what is the trait you love most about yourself?"  Followed by, "what is the trait you hate most about yourself?"

Generally the answers were always at least tangentially connected.   Like the guy who said "l love that I have an adventurous spirit" then followed with, "I hate it when I procrastinate in my decision making."

And even when the answers didn't seem overtly linked, the person usually offered some connection.  Like the woman who said she loved her sense of humor, but hated her inability to let people in.  And then went on to explain she sometimes used "joking around" as a defense against intimacy.  

(Thanks to everyone who came to the show over the last month, and a special thanks to the folks who sat for my fake camera.  Much appreciated.)