Everyone is always going on and on about how, "If it wasn't for all of this water Southern California would be a desert.". They say this like it's a bad thing...Personally, I LOVE the desert. The desert is where things get stripped down and real. Earth forces are elemental. There are flash floods and huge blankets of stars. The plant life and animals are spiky and suited to the dry conditions. The desert meeting the ocean meeting the mountains meeting the city is what Southern California is all about.
Then suddenly the muse took hold and the ink started to flow.
Watchful faces. Mystical visitors. Some wary, others simply being.
Stuttering God Faces emanating from the void. Africanoid Spirits; leering yet gleeful.
I'm so thankful to have found the pathway of visual expression. Art is an upliftment to the spirit and a blessing to the senses. In art (music, drawing, photography, cooking, baking, gardening) I find the truer aspects of life. It puts the REAL in real life. And along with love it's the only thing that matters.
The Fall is a special time in California. You can have soaking rains that last for days and suddenly there'll be a scorching Santa Ana wind bearing down on you. We enter our time of serious fire danger and yet the chaparral in our local mountains is bursting with luscious, rusty color. One constant of the Fall though is the long, golden light of the sun. The cliffs glow with burnt orange intensity. Shadows stretch out forever and the very air is infused with a soft gold. The ocean is particularly lovely. Beaches are uncrowded. The water is just warm enough to still get in with a light wetsuit and in its texture, color and feel, is the essence of Magick...