Even though the air surrounding our country is still saturated by the political poison of the Obama Socialism (there should be a small trademark notation after that last word..) when you spend a few days in Los Angeles, you feel the need to comment upon what it was that you “saw” out there..
If you attempt to travel in L.A. by automobile, you have to understand that no matter where it is that you are going, you will probably have a better chance of getting there quicker had you left your car where it was and just walked to your intended destination.. “Directions” in this city are a nightmare of lefts and rights and u-turns and merges. These directions invariably involve taking the “the”.
As an example, “Take the 101 to the 405..” I’ve never heard “the” used as a prefix to denote numerical highways before and I believe that they should instead consider using “the parking lot” instead as the preferred highway prefix. For example, “Take the 101 parking lot to the 405 parking lot..” Actual parking within this metropolis is as difficult to find as it would be to find a person who wasn’t preposterously pretentious, socially anorexic or pieced together with substantial putties, injections and implants.. It is hard to decide which is more verboten within this region, wrinkles or personalities.
Each of these “highways” has the requisite white concrete barricades blocking off any number of inside and outside lanes, hopefully to expand each of these “euphemistic expressways” in the hopes of minimizing the twenty four hourly blockade of BMW’s and Kia’s, Rolls Royces and Ramblers.. However, I never saw anyone “working” towards this commendable but apparently unobtainable goal, behind any of these barricades, on any of these “highways”. It is as if they had completely given up on the idea, thrown up their hands without removing the concrete stanchions and gone on to another endeavor that might actually see positive results for their considerable efforts..
No one is really ever “from” L.A. The few conversations that were had out there resulted in the immediate confession that everyone was “from” somewhere else.. To be frank, most out there consider themselves too important to “talk”, thy must “text” or you must utilize the ever present cellular telephone ear piece.. You, as an outsider in their world, have no idea whether they are talking to anyone at all or whether they are merely talking to themselves.. It really doesn’t matter because the conversations themselves that you have no choice but to overhear aren’t of any importance or relevance. They just “talk” to hear themselves speak and having heard them “speak”, I can say that nothing of consequence was said.. To be quite honest, I can’t believe that that “confession” was true in every case. I would imagine that if I lived there and I were to cross paths with someone from somewhere else who had just “experienced” the full effect of the Los Angeles “crowd”, I too would claim to be “from somewhere else”..
It is all or nothing in Los Angeles. It’s either a Hummer or a Hundai. It is either a Bentley or a Corolla. It is either an Aston Martin or a Honda. There are only those nervously waiting to serve and those selfishly expecting to be served. The “middle class” doesn’t exist. It is a miserable microcosm of the “Obama America” of tomorrow..
The unfortunate thing is that the area generally has the most incredible weather nearly all year round. It seems such a waste for it to be used up upon the denizens of this domain.. The uber-wealthy can create their own “climate” from behind the walls of their compounds, so where they live and their ability to make themselves comfortable seems as irrelevant as they themselves actually are, except when the next self indulgent “awards ceremony” rolls out yet another ridiculous “red carpet”.
There was an amazing deluge of the wretched there as well. Any leisurely stroll would have you running the gamut of the “undesirables”, most of whom I would suppose would rather be “homeless” where the weather is a balmy 70 degrees than back in St. Louis where it was 97 degrees with about 70% humidity as well..
If only the nation’s homeless were made aware of this fact, we could centralize this “problem” out there and the multi millionaires of Beverly Hills could “compassionately” rectify this problem from behind the walls of their gated communities and the new homeless of Los Angeles could find themselves eating out of dumpsters much better than the ones that they are used to dining from behind the typical mid west fast food “restaurant”..
It is important to have a “reason” to go to Los Angeles. It doesn’t appear to be a place that anyone would logically want to go to without a sufficient compulsion. My “reason” was to attend the showing of a documentary at the Los Angeles film festival where my sister in law was one of the “documented”. I say “documented” because I am not sure that she would like to be referred to as a “star”. Possibly, if there is sufficient funding and interest, “Branson”, as it was titled, will be distributed to a nationwide audience. It documented the struggles of several performers in the Branson Missouri area. My other reason was to visit an artist of considerable importance to the world of art.
We met Anatole Krasnyansky and his wonderful wife Nellie at an event sponsored by an art gallery in December of last year. I had always appreciated the beauty and intricacy of his work, now the beauty and intricacies of him as a person became self evident to me.
It is not often that a man of such stature invites you to see his home and studio. It was an invitation that I did not take lightly. There are occasions in your life where you are left speechless and this was one of those moments for me.
To not only see the works of such an important artist but to hear the stories that surrounded each piece leads me to believe that Anatole Krasnyansky is an artist who carries within him, a deep and passionate meaning. This “meaning” has made its way behind and throughout every line and every brush stroke of his amazing work. He creates his works of art because he HAS TO. To see the shallow standing in a crowd just to get a fleeting glimpse of a Johnny Depp when a man of such character and consequence as Anatole Krasnyansky could walk through that same assemblage completely unnoticed borders on the criminal. Find his works and take notice..
In a land where the people all seem to be trying to “find themselves”, a place where the “lost” wear both soiled rags and prestigious Prada, a reassuring dose of humanity was found watching “Branson” and visiting with Anatole and Nellie.
If one looks hard enough, beautiful and valuable gems can be discovered within the abandoned strip mine that is La La land..