psychic garage sale

Highland Park, Los Angeles

Took a walk around the neighborhood.

Someone told me that there’s an old law that says you don’t need a building permit to build a barn in Highland Park. I have no idea if that’s true.

Love that window so much.

This too.

Future home of Ba Restaurant.

Drum set at Future Music.

Why haven’t I painted a landscape on the side of my mailbox yet?

Fallen Fruit.

Godlight over Glendale. It’s not nicknamed Jewelled City for nothing.

Oracle of the foot

Through her kitchen’s rear window on Reservoir Street Lucinda could see, over the rooftop of a tire shop and against the background of shaggy palms, the high, rotating sign of the Foot Clinic. It depicted a cartoon foot with features and tiny limbs: one side a happy cared for foot, beaming and confident, white gloved hands jubilantly upraised, the other side a moaning, broken down foot, neglected and weary, grasping at crutches and with its big toe wreathed in bandages.

Lucinda’s view took in three quarters slice of the sign as it turned in its vigil over Sunset Boulevard: happy foot and sad foot suspended in dialogue forever. The two images presented not so much as a one-or-the-other choice as an eternal marriage of opposites, the emblem of some ancient foot based philosophical system. This was Lucinda’s oracle: one glance to pick out the sad or happy foot, and a coin was flipped, to legislate any decision she’d delegated to the foot god.

From You Don’t Love Me Yet by Jonathan Lethem

Someone forgot to tell Southern California that it’s winter.

Went to the desert.

Went to the mountains.

It was a little colder up there.

But we could see forever.

I think you should go to Night Gallery.

Have you ever been on your way home from a party at 2:00 am and thought to yourself, “Hmmm… I wonder if there’s anywhere I can go right now to see some interesting art? It should be super chill and definitely dark enough to cover up any drunk face I might be sporting.”

Why yes, yes there is.

From now until January 26 this show by Alexandra Grant and Channing Hansen is up.

The piece, Womb-Womb Room is a large, soft, knitted web of colorful yarn  that brightly careens around the inky dark room.

Meet (one of) the makers. Also go back and read that last sentence in a diabolical British accent. I’ll wait.

Night Gallery.  Check it.

LAX Part 2, so nice, I’m hanging up stuff twice.

Turns out I get to another project at LAX (the airport).

If you are flying out of LAX on Southwest Airlines, you can check out some of my original drawings in the departures (upper) level from now until March.

They’re located behind the security checkpoint, so you’ll need to have a ticket to see them.

It’s always hard to describe where things are in the complicated maze of hallways, checkpoints and gates at the airport.

But they’ll be in a hallway near the Starbucks, if that helps.

If you have time to kill, you can think of it as a treasure hunt.

It will give you something to do.

You’re welcome.

GPOYW

Scheming.

Ships

Cargo ship Rena ran into a reef in New Zealand’s Bay of Plenty. The ship is taking on water, leaking oil and likely to break apart. Alcohol might have been involved in the crash. The reef is well marked on maps. 

2017 containers some containing “dangerous goods”. Each of those containers can hold up to 40,000 pounds.

Maybe I’m aiming low, but I’m surprised scary events caused by drunk people who happen to have huge responsibilities, don’t happen more often. Like daily.

Slow, one handed clap for humanity.

Just found this image of a drawing I made of a ship called inventively, Ship. It’s from 2003, I think?

Sort of amazing that mine looks more seaworthy.