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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

please see the Automediality & Me page for more information

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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 

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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

 I had so much fun playing around with cropping 

and rotating in my app

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