“This is a project where everybody wins: the villages will get power, the cliffs won’t be damaged and it will be a work of art.”- Hiro Yamagata Sometimes, I wake up with a sense of urgency, and I immediately pull for my phone. The world is happening. I see something pretty: a elderly woman in … More Winning
“I don’t like Los Angeles. The people are awful and terribly shallow, and everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to play the game. I’m from New York. I will kill to get what I need.” – Lady Gaga This is a pretty common interpretation of my city, which is why, it saddens me … More The Art of Living & Loving in Los Angeles
It starts with a platform. We collect together and wait. I stand near the furthest end, where the crowd thins. A man stands next to me. I am reading. He is staring. Now he is whispering. We lock eyes. A shiver down my back. I move to the middle of the platform. He leaves the … More Balloons After Lunacy
In my dream, I am swimming with my husband and other friends. Everyone else swims at a brisk pace– several strokes ahead of me. I flutter about, getting caught up in the lilies. I am too slow. Tangled. Looking up at the sky. How to progress? I stop and adjust my bathing cap at a … More Dreaming of Lilies Before Shattering Glass
Sometimes I think about art as people more so than objects. Yes, I know humans make art, but sometimes, I twist the narrative. I like to think about art as living and breathing organism, with confused feelings and moods. I saw this large photo of a Mike Mills piece in a Los Angeles gallery. It … More Cloning A Mike Mills
I took this photo of a telephone pole in Santa Barbara near a beautiful earthy hippie beach. I like to think that these men are metaphysical aficionados and that this collection of images was somehow placed cosmically here for me to discover, only me, like I’m some dummy character in Lost and it’s a clue … More Three Men and A Mystery
“The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.” – Robert Smithson I am not certain about my own nostalgia nor others expectations, but I am perhaps too aware of my body as a pool of water trying to connect to other bodies of … More Dreams of Robert Smithson at Leadbetter Beach
A few months back, I wrote an article on the Eames exhibit here in Los Angeles, and afterwards, was contacted by Deborah Sussman, curator and former Eames employee, to have lunch at her house to discuss art and design. It was incredible. We spoke for three hours and would move from room to room just … More Deborah & Annie
“You begin with the possibilities of the material.” — Robert Rauschenberg The other day, my fiance and I shot a scene together on a sound stage. He is an actor, and I am not, so the whole experience was spatially overwhelming to me– take five steps and you’re at city hall, three steps and you’re … More Rauschenberg & Sound Stages
Over the weekend, I met a woman with autism at a party. She pushed my head into my friend’s head. She wanted us to kiss. It was initially jarring. She asked what my sign was. I told her and then asked what she liked about astrology. Her mother interrupted us– she just likes asking the … More Autism & Recording Relationships
Turns out the homeless man I spoke about the other day is alive. He wears sunglasses now. Five feet from his corner of the sidewalk, I found this pigeon. I did not touch or move this pigeon. I just leaned over and took this photograph. The sun was glaring, so I didn’t stay long to … More Signs
“Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town.” — John Fante (Ask The Dust) I took this photograph on Spring Street with my … More The Many Fantes
Revising Loneliness 