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I filmed this yesterday while carousing the Ocean Beach farmer's market.

My home town can be a magical place., at times.

Le Muse

“I don’t care what people think…I learned a long time ago…I was 19 and had a very traumatic experience….and I learned that I have to go to bed with myself at night and that I have to please myself…and as long as I don’t go out of my way to offend anybody that I love, upset my mother or my husband…I’ll do my own thing. And if the public doesn’t like it, it’s their problem, not mine.”

~Iris Apfel

One of these days

One of these days
I'll be organized,
and composed,
and confidant,
and secure,
and simple,
and quiet,
and peaceful,
and rested,
and relaxed, 
and free.

One of these days,
I'll be happy.

Today...was not that day.

My May [in Polaroids]

Zen Mia



Kickin' it with some rock 'n' rollers at Disneyland

 

"Coldies"



 Tis indeed a small world after all























Making friends with dogs in Ocean Beach




 

I need more days like these



My friends have many talents

  

Making friends with dogs in Ocean Beach (Part II)





There's no place like home



If I broke your heart last night..

It's because I love you

Most of all.

Somethin' About Summer

Summer vacation is once again upon us. The sun is shinning like it hasn't shinned in longer then I remember. Ocean Beach is in it's prime....and I've been soaking up every drop of the summer time spirit that wafts through the air. After working literally everyday last week, I've spent the last few days recharging, reconnecting, and rejuvenating my soul.

Alas, my heart and brain have again challenged each other to a duel.
My heart is feeling nostalgic and wants the "good ol' days" back and my brain is sending out red flags and pleading for rational decision making and judgement.

They say that scent is the strongest sense tied to memory, well the smell of cigarettes and sawdust have infiltrated my frontal cortex and hijacked my judgement.

Here we go again...

Taking a que from the master

I woke up today exhausted but feeling strangely inspired.

Perhaps it is because the spring semester is officially over today and a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders allowing me to actually have creative thought for the first time in several months. It may be time to break out the old Golden acrylics and push some paint around. I've spent a lot of time exercising my body and my smart ass mouth lately so it seems fair to allow my right lobe to feel the burn. Wish me luck!

"Painting is the most magical of mediums. The transcendence is truly amazing to me every time I go to a museum and I see how somebody figured another way to rub colored dirt on a flat surface and make space where there is no space or make you think of a life experience."
   ~Chuck Close