Salt Water Magic 36x36

36x36x1.5 Acrylic/ Resin/ Glitter/ Gold Leaf. Ready to hang.  I had only been to San Diego once before we decided to move here, to La Jolla in the early 2000s. Even the gas stations felt like a polished movie set where nothing bad would ever happen. I saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time, watching the sunset as I sat on a huge cliffside, in awe of the mansions and their intricate flower gardens on one side, but more so the way that the deep blue of the water stretched beyond forever under a cotton candy pink sky. I remember how when the sun went down the three dozen or so people that gathered to watch the scene gave the ocean and sky a standing ovation. My life was such a mess I almost jumped off the Coronado Bridge that weekend. But that’s a different story for different art on a darker day.  20 years later I see that bridge every day. The skyline of this city is still like a movie set as I flicker back to being that girl. Driving a little faster up the freeway I let all the piec