Then there is the art and artists around my kin, Liz.
Yesterday I discovered my kindred has a gallery in downtown L.A. This morning I read Victoria’s Secret is not holding its annual show. Sales are down. Their fashion, is going out of fashion. The fake news will not broadcast the hundred garbage truck that backed up to the L.A. River and dumped all that sexy stuff down the cement embankment. Then they came, the out of work rapper and hip-hop hipsters, with flame throwers!
And, so it goes!
I found a place for the Lost Painting of The Throw-away Boy. Artists do not throw away other artists. There is always the exception.
I moved to L.A. when I was fifteen. The temperature reached a hundred. Waiting for a bus for almost an hour, I realized I was burning up. Several days later I did the painting you see above. This is a melting city ready to burst into…
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