Seven and a half years ago I began searching for connections between the L.A. streets named for saints and the dozens of saints for whom they’re named. When I began, I had no idea what I would find – or even if I would find anything worthy of the time spent searching. Here I am, 100 paintings and eighty stories later, as this poetic and historical “road trip” through L.A. is fast becoming a book and a museum show. It feels good at this point to occasionally pull over by the side of the road and think....

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Nov 6th - Feast Day of Saint Winnoc

This morning I saw them - when did they appear? - six great pink, white, and creamy flowers on our silk floss tree in the front garden. A ladybird on the flowering jade tree outside my studio. Then, while writing this, an insistent, muffled knocking sound led me to watch a red-crested woodpecker working its magic on the dead branches of our apple tree.
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