Queen of Rods *** He’s Peruvian, an artist. “Come see my paintings,” he said. “Stand close.” What appeared solid from a distance was actually a mass of intertwined symbols close up — sacred symbols. Nine yellow cups and blue fish are vibrating through cut glass. It’s the afternoon sun this time of year. The light … Read more

Los Angeles Basin *** Santa Anas rolled like a hell wheel down the mountains and blew the smog and impurities to the Pacific horizon. Sunset is toxic copper, a tainted metallic. Strange how the poisoned air is luminous when the sun drops behind it. *** Today the wind and light drug me. Everything I see … Read more