Archive for April, 2006
Good for one hand-me-down moment of genius. Bindi says to me today in the car, “Do you know this really, really, really great artist. I forget his name but he was a really good painter and he was painting before the dinosaurs.” “Really?” says I. “And what’s he paint?” “Oh, stuff, houses and ponds.” “Claude Monet?” “That’s him! Yeah, we did paintings like him today.” My girl’s good. And she knows her dinosaurs.
Here’s a shot from my recent AV DAY 03.06. I’m doing an ongoing day-in-the-life project with our Mayor of LA, Antonio Villaraigosa. The idea is to amass a flip book of the Main Man as he courses through his term. He’s a hell of a leader and to be led through this city, high and low, and quick and the blood pulsing always as he talks to the people, always the people about the people for the good of the people as a man of the people, a People United Undefeated realized in this man, The Man, a man who prefers the Salt for is of it and the Earth, to spend such a day is always a heady good fun one. And keeping up with that CA EXEMPT plate with it’s hidden Starsky sirens when needed is always a test of an LA Man’s – me – metal for driving the city wide and fast. If you ever really need to get somewhere in this town, just follow the Mayor.
This shot is of him at the Radio & Television museum giving the Rap to all the collected gun powder of the Movie Industry. In capturing his political persona, I always try to conjure something of the powerful Radical that to me is a figure from out of the ’60′s when a world that predated me was coming bristling awake and aware and using the force of charisma and persuasion to change the face of the country. I can only hope that my own little propagandas will contribute to continued radicalization and change for the better. This dude, AV, is heavy enough to effect such changes. I’m only too happy to be rolling with him. And I was so pleased to have him standing, pontificating, in front of a Peter Max and Black Man Whopper and major-high-tech-instant-pleasure-precursor-to-my-beloved-digital: Peel-a-Polaroid as if he were not really standing in the museum but actually standing in my head in the exact spot I keep for him there to lay out his gospel.