An artist need never be bored. All it takes is a surface to work on and something with which to make marks. The blank paper or canvas beckons. I define Art as the metaphors with which we share our unique experience of life. Thespianage suggests to me the drama played out in the world around us in every moment, and the act of standing apart and recording what we see and feel in a way that paradoxically connects us to others.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
The infamous Santa Monica stairs, mecca to fitness buffs who literally arrive from around the world to "do the steps." There are two sets forming a kind of loop actually, these concrete ones and wooden ones a couple of hundred yards to the east. From Adelaide St. they drop around 300 steps down to Entrada at the bottom of Santa Monica Canyon, a series of long dizzying flights, landings, and right angle turns. The workout freaks can be an aggressively arrogant bunch. While I was sketching one brushed past me and muttered, "That oughta be illegal."
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What? Sketching? Oh boy.. what next?
Great perspective John... challenging... but you handled it no trouble :-)
Thanks a lot, Jean. The funny thing is that the ugly concrete replacement of the old wood steps was to mitigate wear and tear from the fitness folks (who walk the stairs literally all hours of the day and night). Though the stairs were originally there to make it easy to get from Adelaide St. down to the little oceanside village below, evidently the jocks believe they have exclusive rights. Go figure.
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