Monday, July 26, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
On a ten mile stretch of craggy bluffs in Sonoma County is a planned unincorporated community known as The Sea Ranch. In the 1960s a group of idealistic architects envisioned a coastal neighborhood where the dwellings would enhance the salty landscape. A covenant was written giving birth to the frequently uttered phrase “live lightly on the land”. Wooden houses with ocean front views were built around meadows. Cypress pine hedgerows were planted. Soon after, the paths to the cliffs were littered with families and dogs. The vision had sprung to life.
Spending a vast number of years living in New Jersey and Los Angeles my eyes have grown accustomed to unappealing strip malls, disposable apartment buildings and poorly designed housing developments, all of which have minimal regard for the land. On a recent trip to Baja Sur, Mexico the overdevelopment of Southern California was underscored. The topography was similar, but the land void of freeways and concrete jungles, was pristine. Thus The Sea Ranch is a utopian delight. Fifty years after the community was planned the vision is still intack. Proud residents continue to live by the original rules governing the community which they admit can at times be inconvenient. Eye rolling accompanied conversations about the placement of exterior lights (so the night sky would be optimal for star gazing) or the limited color palate to paint one’s door. However, they seemed more than willing to jump through these additional hoops in exchange for living in a community that valued both the architecture and landscape.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Trying to find the trail for a hike to Golden Gate Park proved more difficult than expected when the arrows along the path dead ended. Undaunted my friend and I carried on, engaged in conversation while smelling the intoxicating eucalyptus. We let go of the trail needing to be something it wasn't. We were happy to be meandering in nature. And then something unexpected happened. In the middle of nowhere, on a route we had assumed was "wrong", words of wisdom crafted from straw and metal magically appeared. Smiles resulted. Viewing art in a museum or gallery always elevates my mood, but coming upon an installation unexpectedly, especially one that was witty and perfectly in sync with the environment, made my day.
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Saturday, July 17, 2010
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Tuesday, July 13, 2010
In my online art class I've waded through weeks of painting, collage and doodling with varying degrees of exuberance and results. Thus, I was elated on Monday to read this week's focus would be photography, a medium I've spent the last few months perfecting. Interestingly, the first assignment was to forget any knowledge of the camera, abandon the correct exposure to get a predictable outcome, and instead let play guide the process. The entire class has been rooted in this philosophy, to color outside of the lines, so I shouldn't have been surprised. I turned to an unlikely source, my DVR, for inspiration and clicked on one of my favorite flicks, BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID. Light spilled into my TV room casting shadows on the handsome, rugged faces on my flat screen. I zoomed and panned across desert scrub and mountainous peaks. I followed the bank robbers from Wyoming to Bolivia. My shutter clicked over 200 times. I lost track of time. I was reminded of a conversation I had just had with a friend about the unique, and comical way, the universe often answers our questions. I smiled, finally hearing the message I'd been getting. There is no correct way to do something, there is no right path. The ever changing road I'm on is one of experimentation and surprise, and it will always be more enjoyable if I remember to just let go.
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Sunday, July 11, 2010
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Due to a 4th of July marathon, a dozen episodes of the irreverent series "Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations" were stored on my DVR when I turned on the television last night. I was just completing my first day of a five day, raw food cleanse so I wondered if this was the smartest viewing choice. As the intrepid host feasted on chicken feet soup in Jamaica, deep-fried pig intestines in Columbia, and sheep's hooves in Saudi Arabia I realized this was the perfect, albeit unlikely, appetite suppressant. Over the past year I have unwittingly become a vegetarian, an unexpected result from watching the documentary "Food Inc" last summer. Once my eyes were open to the inhumane conditions abundant in factory farms through out the US, I no longer wanted to eat meat. In the first few months I did sample the occasional piece of organic beef or chicken, but over time my desire waned. The other, more surprising, effect of the documentary was my reaction to processed foods. Some of my favorite vittles fall into this genre -- pretzels, saltines, peanut butter, diet coke, tortilla chips, movie theater popcorn -- but after confirming what I already suspected, ingredients you can't pronounce aren't good for you, I've reduced my consumption significantly. On any given day I know where there is a farmers market in Los Angeles. I've charted the seasons by watching the hearty squashes and wilted greens of winter be replaced by pea shoots and persimmons in the spring. My sabbatical has given me endless, enjoyable hours in the kitchen and a preference for having friends over for dinner rather than meeting at a local restaurant. Although, I look forward to watching the rest of Tony's gastronomic global adventures, I'm very grateful to be just an armchair companion.
Posted by Maria Grasso at 8:16 PM
Sunday, July 4, 2010
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Saturday, July 3, 2010
Although I have embraced the routine of shooting my picture everyday, I have encountered a surprising challenge. I've exhausted every inch of my house and yard for potential backdrops. I've taken advantage of the morning light in my bedroom, the afternoon rays in my garden, and twilight in my living room. I will never accomplish the next 305 days of this task if I don't take my tripod out for a spin. I need the stimulus of a new location, but something is holding me back. I've gotten comfortable pursing my lips and throwing back my head for the camera when there are no witnesses, but the thought of setting up a shot and hopping into frame with possible onlookers makes me shy. A trait I typically don't associate with my adult self. As a young child at social gatherings I'd initially cling to my mother's side finding comfort in the conversations she had with her friends. Eventually I'd acclimate and integrate with the other kids who were playing dodge ball or mother may I. When it was time to leave I had inevitably made new friends. As I got older, shyness was no longer an issue, so I find it fascinating that this photography endeavor has touched upon this recessed trait. My house has become my mother's pant leg. Perhaps this week I will leave my comfort zone and join the other kids in a game of bloody murder.
Posted by Maria Grasso at 6:32 PM
Friday, July 2, 2010
I've never been a good wait-er, not as in "can I take your order?", but rather in waiting for something or someone. Waiting occurred often in my youth since my mother had a case of being perpetually earlier. We never arrived on time at the orthodontist, bur rather twenty minutes prior to the appointment. Even if the doctor was running on time I was still able to sift through a stack of magazines prior to having my teeth examined. The other night, waiting at home for a friend who was first delayed at work and then in traffic, I was reminded how difficult it is for me to pause, especially when the pause is not self-imposed. I can spend hours reading or being online, but if that hour is due to a delayed friend or flight it's harder for me to chill. I'm simply not my best when I'm waiting. Even if I try to distract myself with a task I'm still aware that what I'm rally doing is waiting. In the last ten months my days of unemployment have been languid like a warm summer's night. However, the more I seek the perfect job opportunity, the less carefree my days seem. I may not start working again for another six or eight months, but my perspective has already shifted. My time no longer feels like my own. I hesitate about planning a month long trip or signing up for another photography class. Transitioning from my last job into an extended period of play was achieved with ease. The greater challenge is facing the transition ahead. While I need to plan for it and make it happen, I also need to be in the moment instead of waiting for the next one to arrive.
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