Title: “My bed” size: queen size mattress;
medium: paint, yarn with needlework on bed mattress 2009

“Frosty Gaia.” 48” x 30” x 30”. Plaster, leaves, sticks, wire, wood, mashed potatoes.

Katabatic wind: Rapid downward motion of air. Concerning the Henbane Bird. Colored Pencil

“It is underground because we are not supposed to exist,” he explains.

It’s a beautiful Thursday afternoon in the Brentwood hills, peaceful and quiet as though I’m no longer in L.A. The Southwest-style clubhouse of the Riviera Country Club stands gallant and vast, like the home of a Columbian drug lord, and I’m here for the quarterly luncheon of the Saint John’s Retired Physician’s Association. In spite of my shadowy past as an amateur surgeon and street pharmacist, I am in fact here to interview the former Los Angeles District Attorney and now prominent photographer Gil Garcetti, who is today’s main speaker. But I’m sweating in the sun while taking these notes and must move toward the clubhouse. Suddenly, I wonder if there’s a no-denim policy here, as is customary among country clubs. I’m wearing blue jeans. The sign just outside the main entrance reads Proper Attire Required… Not sure exactly what that means.