creative experimentation

Los Angeles is the perfect place for creative experimentation. There is something in the ethos here that encourages thinking outside the box, eschewing traditions that stifle, and trying without fear of failure. Better to have attempted to manifest one’s destiny than to not have attempted at all! And LA is full of people doing just that.

These conditions produce a powerful incubator for creativity and innovation. I was reminded of this again today when I read an excerpt from a press release of an upcoming show at a gallery that is highlighting the work of London artists living in LA:

“The move to LA has encouraged an evolution, even a revolution, in the creation of their work. It is well known that artists such as David Hockney blazed a trail for expats who, like him, moved west to experience the light, the openness, the newness and the nowness of Southern California. Freed from the traditions and institutions of older cities and artistic tradition, the ‘blue-sky’ creative climate in LA and its continually developing art scene have allowed for a fresh perspective for expat artists.”

I know I have certainly reveled in the creative freedom that LA offers. Working in a climate where there are no felt restrictions on what can be imagined is a gift, and one that I don’t want to take for granted.


(For those interested, the gallery is Wallspace and the upcoming show is entitled “London Transplants 2015,” opening April 21st.)

autonomie projects

I’m really looking forward to having some of my work in this upcoming show at Autonomie Projects in Culver City, “A Book as a Work of Art for All.” Artists from LA and from countries around the world will be exhibiting work that explores books as two-dimensional pieces of art or three-dimensional objects. The opening reception is April 17th from 7 to 10pm.



I enjoy watching surfers. Although not because I necessarily relate to this element of Southern California beach culture – in fact, I don’t. I am from the icy, cold Midwest and never contemplated surfing once growing up, aside from hearing the occasional Beach Boys tune while riding with my dad in the car. But the other week, I found a secluded, rocky outcropping on a sandy beach and sat and watched a group of surfers riding the waves, floating on their boards, and enjoying the sunny day. There is something so “in the moment” about surfing. There is nothing else to distract you. It’s just you, your board, and the water. As I watched these surfers and let this feeling overtake me, I thought about how being present to the current moment is such a pleasant thing to experience. When we do this, other worries are relinquished. Restlessness dissipates. The constant refrain of “what’s next” subsides. We create space for contentment.