Sunshine. Warm temperatures. Beaches. Power outages. The repetitive sound of the ice cream man driving past your apartment, over and over and over again.
For those with heat-resistant genetics, and the ability to both cut past traffic in a BMW convertible and simultaneously employ their preferred middle finger… Los Angeles can be a truly magical place.
Myself? I chose to stay indoors and cope by embracing the colorless void of my Viking-blood heritage. Or rather, in a much less dramatic fashion, I created a couple new mixed-media pieces. Which have nothing to do with summer. Or Scandinavians in the wintertime.