Kerrilynn and I went to Rockaway yesterday.
It was a bright day and that West Coast looking filter-y yellow light I love was very much alive as the sun was setting. The best time at the beach is always 4-8 in my book. Less crowds, cops, and chance of skin cancer. The water was cold (but felt good once you got in), the Rosé was good (the strangely delicious Kalimotxo is reserved for much hotter days), and the waves were small but clean (I’ve been working hard and was going for ultimate relaxation and didn’t bring a surfboard or a camera)… and yes, we did, make it to Rockaway Taco.
“In Matthew Called he built his first great public painting around the meaning of light, of seeing and not seeing [...] The light and darkness of the world, he was reminding people, was also the light and darkness of the mind.” –pg. 128
The meaning of yellow.