Through the lens of a GoPro, on a lift at Park City. I'll live a little longer in this moment.
When buildings turn to canvases and abandoned walls glow with neon trails of paint,
a mischievous imp dances through my mind, daring me to lay down the next mark.
Passing boats and benches, pigeons and pedestrians, I always feel lucky
to be able to walk along the San Diego Bay during lunch.
Two cups of coffee and OH MY GOSH THE BEES OUTSIDE ARE SO BEAUTIFUL!
There's a red-tailed hawk living in my backyard!
My goal: tame him with bits of raw steak . . .
Jerk stole all the apricots I was going to bake into a cobbler . . .
Assemble the Troops!
Sketch for the performer's costume, based on the moodboards below.
Designing costumes isn't new for me.
It's something I've been doing in the margins of my school notebooks
since the days of pre-Algebra and world history.
Only now, I don't have to hide it.
Today in the costume shop:
sorting through hundreds of mens' suits
in every wool and tweed!
Two lines reverberate through my mind:
"All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players."
Gone for a hike.
Best way to start the morning:
and a case of oil pastels.
Nothing like a hike
To cure the drudgery of driving from LA to San Diego.
Spring flowers amid the chaos of LA.
with a camera
and a German cousin.
Next stop: Los Angeles.