The sky is impossibly blue in LA and the sun is so intense it is oppressive. You can’t walk for long without protection and protection is hot and uncomfortable. Walking up Bel Air Road the difference you see, in color and type, between the planted and tended vegetation and the native landscape tells that whole story.
But the stainless steel houses with the flat roofs and big picture windows are seriously dreamy and imagining the lives of the people who live behind the gated entries can occupy some mind space. Because the climate is so different the art is different. “Made In LA,” the first Los Angeles biennial, organized by the Hammer Museum was being disassembled when we arrived. Admission was free and all but four installations were gone. A minimal music piece with musicians scattered about the courtyard was underway when we got there and still going when left about two hours later. It was beautiful and spacious and perfectly LA, like something that had been out in the sun just long enough.
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“…the sun is so intense it is oppressive.” No foolin’ a couple hours in the sun with Henry and Susan on SF Bay and I was toast. I had to take a drivers safety course for work–a course produced in Cali–and they said that if you are in the sun all day it can effects night vision. Paul, Peggi, sorry for your loss…my condolences.