Laurel Canyon Art Hop
The phrase “art hop” makes me smile. It started as a way to show up, to say yes to small openings and strange venues, to meet people who might see what I see. To find my next studio space and where I might lay down some roots.
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So far, my favorite moment was in the Hollywood Hills. Laurel Canyon brought me back in tune after Bowie dog’s passing. A space for grief without sadness. I sketched. I played. I breathed. The canyon held me gently.
Art hops are still happening. Still unfolding. No map, just wings.
The series is developing and evolving. I’m letting it become what it wants to become without forcing .. without rushing. Just staying with it. Letting it speak. Letting this chapter shape me too.
