Posies

Thanks to my friend Justin Lui and the Elysian Valley Art Collective, I was happy to participate in the 2nd annual “Illuminate the Night” event in frogtown on 9/23/2023. Prior to the event, Frogtown Arts Director Michelene Cherie reached out and invited me to take a walk along the LA river. She shared some knowledge about poet, scholar, and activist Lewis MacAdams and the “Friends of the LA River.” Over the course of the walk Michelene’s passion for building the Elysian Valley community and revitalizing the river transformed my perception of my surroundings. 

The event was a blur filled with smiling faces, heartfelt and silly interactions, gleeful kids, and curious LA residents. I had some wonderful and impactful conversations. I made the artwork above “Posies,” for the event: it is inspired by the LA river. It’s an interactive piece that responds to the viewer’s movements. When you move too quickly, the installation gets “scared” and seems to be inactive, but if you slow down and hold still, plants grow into your silhouette and the flowers attract insects and butterflies. Some kids with a gymnastics background made a fantastic game out of trying to hold the most difficult pose the longest, breathing life into the artwork. The black edge of the projection was not that visible in person I swear :) Also, it's worth mentioning that I usually don't like to settle on "wavy-handy" art (simple mirror-like interaction), but I think in this case simple was better for the context and time-frame.

I was fortunate to meet some other participating artists including Ryan Patrick Griffin and Mike The Poet. We talked about art, music and community. What’s changing and what’s staying the same. Looking forward to next time!


Below is an excerpt from the first page of Lewis Macadam's "The River: Book One:"

1

Los Feliz Blvd Bridge:

              The flood water watchers

              feel the power of the river

              roaring underneath their feet

              as the rain pelts the pavement,

              swelling the river even further.

This bridge went out in the flood of 1936

              A tree trunk broadsides

              the bridge's buttresses.

              At 30 m.p.h., the whole structure

              takes the shock. All of us feel it

              in the dark. We laugh nervously,

              caught in the headlights

              of a video van.

Lit by a field producer, the weather man does his midnight stand-up.

                                                   2

              To lay this down once and for all.

              To lay my burdens down.

              To lay my body down.

              That'll be the day.

                                                   3

             Climbing up into the San Gabriels

             in a caravan of cars behind Jim

             and Jack and Dorothy Green and

             Tom Janeway and Torii getting antsy,

             "I want to see the creek." We get there.

             Torii crawls out on

             a branch above a

             waterfall, calling

             back at us,

             "Two rocks!"

             When we turn around, 

             we think we see

             the chilly waters descending

             into Greater Los Angeles.

                                                   4

            Catherine Mulholland says

            that when she was a girl sometimes

            you'd have to row to Van Nuys High School.

            Now the school is bordered by deep concrete canals.

            There used to be

            enough water to

            irrigate with

            nearly all year-round

            around here.

            Where did it go?

            Literally, where did it go?

            Now there's just the

            Technical Advisory Board

            of Friends of the Los Angeles River

            trying to figure out

            how much of it

            has been lost.

                                                   5

                                            Very intense dreams

                               I must be coming

                                            down with something.

                               I hope it's nothing

                                            nearly as intense

                               as my vision of Earth

                                            as the New Mars—

                               red dust storms rolling

                                            around a planet

                               that died a long time ago.