After what will be a year and a half in Los Angeles, I will be moving to Phoenix in August. The average temperature that time of year is 103, slightly cooler than July, yet significantly hotter than any other place I could ever imagine living. I have yet to surrender to this journey I call my 20s, yet acknowledge the fact that Los Angeles is indeed the city of angels, the kind of angels that suck your soul, and leave you floundering beneath movie premiers, hellish traffic and outrages milk prices.
Here are a few pictures of things I've been working on. Usually these are a result of temporary insomnia, fueled by a sudden creative adrenaline rush, immediately followed by and anxiety ridden need to do something with myself other than watch reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.