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Automediality is a key component of my artistic practice.
Automediality is a form of autobiography through media,
in real time, shaped by the media outlets utilized
this journal is one of my media outlets

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thank you for following along with me on my journey
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it's so lush
you can hardly see the houses anymore!!
unbelievable! 

the trumpet vines are so full this year
they are such celebratory blooms

I forgot to say Happy Spring

omg
overcome by the scent
of orange blossoms
 sunrise
moonset

Twin Flames


foreplay with flowers


I can't tell you how exhausted I am
I am so exhausted I'm crying 
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
amazing shot by my son
so disappointed to have missed this
but glad to know
rainbows exist in Los Angeles too

good morning



the light comes shining through

another thunderstorm!!

moving forward
with a level of openheartedness 
I have never felt before


I didn't know getting rid of stuff
could be so much fun!
Performance Art is a way for me to say 
I understand

this is exactly why I don't like to criticise other people
because I am also guilty 


death blowing bubbles
in a church in Germany


in the old days in Scotland 
couples used to exchange vows
by handfasting
it could be done just between the two of them
no witnesses
to me
a true vow
I do not love lightly
for me it's for better or worse
and I don't need a ring to seal my vow
when I told my son I was applying for artist residencies
and going to Scotland
he said, "Why don't you look into Wwoofing?"
"What is Wwoofing?!!"
so here is the first farm I will be working on in Scotland
1.5 acres in an enclosed (secret?) garden
of flowers and vegetables
Heaven
How lovely!
I smell the orange flowers 
from my deck this morning!!
     
more fun with Lily
now I'm sitting down to have some hibiscus tea
with a little honey in it
on the way back on Sunset
we could smell the jasmine,the night blooming jasmine
the trumpet vines and the eucalyptus the whole way
it was really special
we went to Carbon Beach afterwards
the day couldn't have been more perfect

the flowers were so beautiful and fragrant
Silver Lupine


I love how overgrown this looks now

no, I am not in Scotland yet
this was at Solstice Canyon today in Malibu
 I don't know if you can see
 but the left side is yellow from all the wildflowers
 if this is a result of the rain, it has been worth it
 look at this cute doe
with a mushroom in her mouth
(sorry, photos are a little pixelated!)

I am glad I didn't end up going to Austin
for art fair during SXSW

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April 2
behind the scenes from my latest shoot
with Legend and Lily from Dallas
fashion photographer
fashion photographer
 I had so much fun playing around with cropping 
and rotating in my app
fashion photographer
fashion photographer
W S Merwin
and it is wondrously beautiful 

so I could find my way home

the main reason I'm going to Scotland
is so I can hug one of these
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this is why I love LA
it is so full of nature
when I was little
I had a recurring dream
that I stowed away 
on a Viking ship
to Scotland 
girls were not allowed
on the ships
and I wanted to go
so I did

I didn't know anything
about my ancestry at the time
The MacLeods
are descendants of Scots and Vikings
they are from the Isle of Lewis
and the Isle of Skye
I am going to 
the Isle of Skye
my Scottish ancestry

The crest of Donald MacLeod of the Lewes 
is a golden sun in splendour
his motto is I birn quil I se
meaning I burn while I shall burn
also given in Latin as Luceo nonUro,
 meaning I burn but am not consumed.
 (also means I Shine, not Burn)


I wish I knew but I don't
all I know is that
I've been yearning to go to Scotland
for a very long time
I am sure I will find something there
that I didn't know I needed
Xavier Eastonbrick
become your own storm

greeted this morning by a swarm of
Painted Ladies
I can't believe it! 
in the exact vine where I put the faux
red butterfly I found

It was while gliding through these latter waters that one serene and moonlight night, when all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver; and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude: on such a silent night a silvery jet was seen far in advance of the white bubbles at the bow. Lit up by the moon, it looked celestial; seemed some plumed and glittering god uprising from the sea. Fedallah first descried this jet. For of these moonlight nights, it was his wont to mount to the main-mast head, and stand a look-out there, with the same precision as if it had been day. And yet, though herds of whales were seen by night, not one whaleman
Herman Melville 
my favourite house