"Los Angeles gives one the feeling of the future more strongly than any city I know of. A bad future, too, like something out of Fritz Lang’s feeble imagination."
Henry Miller
Los Angeles (2022)
San Clemente, USA
Acrylic paint on birchwood panel, 61x91 cm.
As dusk hardened on the dome of the Griffith Observatory in a pewter splatter of almost moonlight, it seemed to wail. Dusk always seems to wail in LA, where the coming of night stirs the air with something akin to fear, but less. The light dies out swirling with an unexpected, but welcome sense of anxiety. Like that third drink you know you shouldn't have, and yet, always do. It turns dark very quickly in LA, like the sense of humor of a trauma victim. Like yearning.