Art
Big Taix
Sometimes grief will surprise you
Transport
Honking at Waymos
The future is not written, and don't let anyone hoping to profit tell you otherwise
Art
Trump Pigs on the 10 Freeway
Like many folks, I sank into a hole two Novembers ago. I’m not saying I was hiding in that hole, but I slid far enough down in there that I might as well have been. Eventually I began climbing back out, finding hope, mostly through my students. Sadness and
Design
Santa Monica Cursive
It loops, because it’s cursive and that’s what cursive does, but it doesn’t stay between the lines, instead climbing up, up to the end of the word. It’s Santa Monica cursive, and you can see it on the Montana Branch Library, the Camera Obscura, other places
Art
Linguistic Turning
I can’t stop reading. That’s not meant to be a boast about bibliophagy. No, I can go weeks without cracking a book. What I mean is, if I see words, especially words in Roman script, I am going to see them as words and not just shapes. I
Art
Art of the Bus Stop
What are the ethics of tagging an outdoor artwork with fake graffiti already on it? I ask myself this question as I sit on one of Alfonso Gonzalez Jr.’s mock bus benches, staring at another across from me. The other bench has the familiar phrase “YOUR AD HERE” on
Art
Laura Aguilar Is Out There
There is a landscape. It is the desert. Not the sandy desert. Rocks. I see cracks and shapes. I see boulders. One of them is not a boulder. It is a human. A nude human. A nude human with a crack. Hiding right out in the open. Twenty years ago,
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Writings on Los Angeles and beyond