Early days of the lockdown
It started quite simply. Most mornings during the pandemic lockdown I would take long walks on the secluded Tujunga Wash. One day I noticed a bunch of old pinecones randomly scattered about. I wondered how long a line they would make. Turns out, 100 feet or so. The next morning I found the wind had re-scattered the pinecones. I put them back in line, adding a few sticks and then a few more, and so it began. Collecting, sorting, making patterns and shapes for what would end up an over 60 ft long mural of sorts.
In the beginning.
The wash project came to an abrupt end when the city knocked on my back window on a Friday afternoon. Apparently, one is not allowed to be on the wash much less reorganize the hidden debris They would be back on Monday to haul it all away and toss it. It had been months and months and now it would just be gone…….Silly as it may sound, I was not ready to give up my collection of treasures, nor the experience of finding things and making something. I spent the entire weekend sorting and hauling hefty bags into my carport. So come Monday, rather than mourning the loss of the wash, I began making creatures inspired by some of the shapes I had started to see in the wash project….…It was great fun and got me thru the last of the lockdown.