Hazy, Lazy Ombre - I Found My Motor CityHH

Today the sky was clear but hazy...hardly any clouds, yet something was missing - the horizon...
the mountains were completely disguised by a low layer of something...maybe smog, maybe marine layer...
I couldn't help thinking about how painters flock to Paris or Amsterdam to paint. Something about the light... I can see how the light and the sky in Los Angeles inspires other kinds of artists - the clothing designers, textile designers and costume designers. Today's sky was a perfect ombre, light to dark, with the darkest "ring" being the low level layer preventing me from seeing the mountains. the part of the sky that was clear had thin cloud like matter spread across it like lace or an ombre tie dye pattern. I found my motor city.

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Veering down Vine Past Capital Records and Patron's Rock N' Roll neon sign Hollywood Bling

The Genesis for I Found My Motor City

Photo: 428 Crapo Street, Flint, Michigan, 1924. The house my father was born in and the house where I spent much of my childhood. That's my Dad and his mother, whom I called Bonna, on the front porch. The house is still there across from the Flint Public Library and Planetarium. I'm from Flint, Michigan. Yup, that Flint, the Flint of Michael Moore. I've often marveled that I had the gumption to escape the tentacles of an old world model - if you live in a company town, you get a job, a good job with benefits, you go to work, keep your head down and out of trouble and make sure you mind what the neighbors think... Only 40 minutes from Detroit, the other Motor City , Flint is the hometown of another iconoclast, Sandra Bernhard. It's no wonder I've often felt a bit like a rebel, with the AFL/CIO and Teamsters unions calling the shots and bands like the MC5 Kick'n Out The Jams. But I've morphed into an Angeleno, embracing this city with open arms...

Seraphin Seductress - I Found My Motor City

The city was cloaked in a grey shroud, creating a blank canvas, a green screen - the perfect foil for the metal monsters and seraphin sculptures that masquerade as hotel marquees in Hollywood. Seducing us, wrapping us in an aura of an era gone by and come again. I found my Motor City.

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