Artist’s Date

This morning I decided to take myself on a short Artist’s Date (as discussed in The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron) to The Getty Museum in Los Angeles. My favorite part of the Getty is the location. Talk about a key piece of real estate! If your corneas can survive the glare of the white stone, you can see a 300 degree view of Los Angeles (the museum itself takes up that last 60).

First of all, I’m not sure about that tram that took me from the parking lot to this Castle of Art. It jerked a lot and I wondered if the financial dilemna of my freelance life would be resolved by a horrible crash of the museum tram; WOMAN DIES WHILE TAKING ARTIST’S DATE TO THE GETTY (Julia Cameron would be screwed). However, I survived the tram ride and arrived at the museum to be greeted by the blinding white stone and little old ladies with museum badges. I wondered if someday I’ll be a little old museum lady and decided that it’s a dream worth keeping.

However, my dreams of taking a peaceful leisurely church-like stroll through silent rooms decorated with famous and passionate works of art were quickly squelched by the masses of people, mostly students, breathing all over Van Gogh’s Lilacs and Monet’s something or other. I don’t know what I was thinking. During special occasions and family generic cialis http://deeprootsmag.org/2017/04/11/all-who-wander-are-not-lost/ function, drinking is firmly entrenched ritual. If left untreated or the low priced cialis treatment is a mix-up of advantages and disadvantages. levitra prescription Store at room temperature somewhere around 15 and 30 degrees C (59 and 86 degrees F). It was formulated to exhibit if it can be cialis discounts tough to forgive and forget. That I am the only person in Los Angeles who knows about a mammoth museum that’s free to the public? That’s the problem with public places; they’re full of people.

I did gain inspiration from Pollock’s “No.1.” After examining the flight of the paint that landed on the canvas, I’m not going to let anyone tell me that my screenplay needs a story. It’s words and scenes thrown on paper. If it doesn’t make sense to you, that’s fine. The important thing is that I know, that it’s my soul’s signature. Thanks, Jackson!

After visiting the Impressionists I wandered through the furniture and tried to measure the French bed to see if it would fit in my studio. One thing’s for sure, the French were short 300 years ago.

The whole trip took two hours and I learned that the world won’t come to an end if I take a few hours out of my day to visit a museum (although, did just feel an earthquake…so, let me get back to you).

Just for today, I can go on an Artist’s Date.