I rarely visit Los Angeles but when I do, I'm always struck by the anarchy of its urban aesthetic. I'm aware of the clichés, reinforced by Hollywood, of vapidity, self-indulgence and flaccid individualism, but I see little evidence of that. Instead I'm awed by its unremitting diversity. Nowhere in the United States is there so much savage, asynchronous untethered activity.
I find myself walking down streets punished with incandescent sunlight, and stopping to sketch the lengthening shadows of the ubiquitous palms.
