West Coast 12x12

12x12 Acrylic/ Glitter/ Art Resin. Ready to hang.  The first time I saw her was with a complicated person who told me to visit to escape my life. “I’ll buy you the plane ticket” was always the line, which never ended well. San Diego was unreal to me when I first saw it. I can still feel walking down the stairs of the plane and directly onto the tarmac at sunset because the airport was so small back then. The houses were hard to believe, each one more intricate, colorful, and grand than the last. I sat on a cliff watching the sun set over the ocean and prayed to the ocean that someday I would be able to live there. That I would be alive, and well. Like all of this peace and beauty would be normal, not some fictional movie set I was stepping into and ruining. I was twenty years old. It is the only time in that period of my life that I can remember wanting to live.  The sunset in La Jolla was the biggest thing I had ever felt. But I had to go back to the desert. Back to the heat, and the