Yesterday I left behind my home in Venice Beach my friends and I colloquially refer to as, "Voodoo House," because of its mystical and spiritual nature, reminiscent of New Orleans and the ethereal world beyond. Moving to Venice was fairly spontaneous - a road trip I took in 2015 out to LA turned serendipitously into a move - syncronicities I couldn't begin to explain. I lived with one of my best friends from my studies at Pepperdine University , a beautiful and sweet Japanese girl named Kura Katsuragi. Unfortunately , her much older Parisian boyfriend also lived with us. I wasn't aware at the time, but he turned out to be incredibly emotionally and verbally abusive towards me, hurling constant insults and threats towards me when things didn't go his way. I loved living in Venice and exploring all the art and culture in Los Angeles, but my I reached my threshold of patience and needed to escape my toxic home environment.
The building was built by western filmmakers in the 1940's, and more than 50 movies had been filmed there during the western film hay day. I felt like I was in a movie and became inspired by the atmosphere.
The small Sunday night crowd was all in character- cowgirl hats abounds - beer in mason jars - bar keepers with a country accent charm.
I sat by the fireplace and relaxed , feeling free and alive - ready to create and explore.
I'm inspired to film a movie here, Neon Western.
After the bar and beer, I went to Black Rock Canyon Campground. I whipped out my small tent , air mattress, and blankets. Venus and the Moon were shining bright behind the cloud covering and I could feel the mystical healing vibrations of this ancient land of Joshua Trees.
I awoke at 3 am to high winds wildly rattling my tent. The noise and activity became too much so I packed up my things and finished the night off in my car. The moans of the winds lulled me gently to sleep. I experienced a strange lucid dream state, unsure if I was awake or asleep. My vision quest has begun.
I woke at sunrise and left the camp in search of caffeine. Luckily there was a Starbucks less than a mile away. I got out my watercolor supplies and began to paint, channeling the energy of the land inspired by the beautiful structures and forms of the listless Joshua Trees.
I got out my equipment and used my coffee lid as a water basin for my painting. A kind older woman in brightly colored knit hat and sweater was sitting next to me. She noticed my impromptu water dish and exclaimed, "Well THAT was creative !"
"Thank you!" I responded , making fast friends.
Her name was Suzanne and we began talking about art and politics. Her Aquarian spirit was immediately noticeable and I could tell this was more than just a chance meeting. She's a creative coach who is from Northern California and is a traveling nomad as well. She shared her experiences and creative insight and became an oracle/ guru of my vision quest. Her words were inspiring and I'm sure our paths will meet again.
I'm off on my way to Phoenix and Sedona, going to check out art galleries and the natural beautiful of our universe. Stay tuned for more, and thank you for reading. Be sure to check out my art gallery and fuel the adventure by acquiring a piece of art and fueling the adventure!