Playground Society

My friend Scott Wayne Indiana launched a fun new project a little while ago that I've been meaning to blog about. Playground Society prompts participants to explore playful situations around them, to capture those situations with a handy-dandy camera phone, and then post them to Instagram. 

Here is how you can participate (instructions taken directly from the Playground Society website):

Three times a month, a new Play Mission is posted to @PlaygroundSociety on Instagram. Play Missions are designed to offer two things:

1) A prompt or parameters to get players thinking, and 
2) The freedom for each player to interpret the mission in his or her own way.

For example, the Play Mission #psStack is a straightforward prompt to think about stacking things in a playful way. But what things? Rocks? Laundry? Sushi rolls? Your roommates? And how will you stack them?

When you decide to accept a Play Mission, you can interpret it however you like. Just snap a picture of the result (your pencil sharpener stacked on top of your sandwich stacked on top of your dog?) and share it to Instagram with 2 hashtags, #PlaygroundSociety and the mission hashtag.

Let's. Have. Fun!

The City of Angels

A recap of 4 days in Los Angeles:

We arrived at our sweet little Echo Park bungalow after a 3.5 hour flight delay, 2 hour flight, 2 hour car rental line and 2 hour traffic jam where I observed the automobile obsessed city from a window. 

My eyes sunk into the remaining depths of James Turrell's work at the LACMA. And I was pleasantly surprised when I stumbled upon a micro-exhibit by John Divola.  

Beckett projectile vomited on herself (and me) three times while dining at Mohawk Bend. It was orange and chunky and I couldn't get the kiddy puke smell off of me for a couple of days. Our neighboring diners weren't impressed. 

We rented a boat and happily paddled around Echo Park Lake. The very next day a women's body was found floating in that lake. 

After a four hour drive in traffic, we attended Michael's show at the Sylvia White Gallery in Ventura, and later met old friends for falafel and beer. The next morning we wandered out onto the Ventura Pier and watched the fishermen reel in invisible fish. 

We attended a wave-country music set at The Echo and while I stared shamelessly at all the men and women dressed like Stevie Nicks, Beckett danced under a shimmery disco ball. 

The highlight of the trip was the Mike Kelley retrospective at the MOCA. It was one of the best exhibits I've ever seen. Hands down. RIP Banana man!

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