Torres-Ambriz

night blooms - warm nights in Los Angeles.

today, I will make a mold of a custom mask.

I made more space for you, something tangible.

Here I am, riding the Amtrak to Los Angeles, along the way, we stop at all of the tiny cities. The single riders have lots of techniques to discourage others from sitting next to them. One: place your luggage on the seat next to you. Two: eat lots of food and make sure your food tray is down. Three: have loud conversations on your cell phone and talk about super personal issues. Four: have terrible personal hygiene. Five: seat on the aisle seat with your food tray down, pass out with your head on food tray. Six: don't give off neutral vibes, be your most misanthropic self. And my personal favorite: don't make eye-contact and hope for people to keep walking.

This has happened at every pride festivity I have attended for the last 3 years. The parade and party is over, the crowds are moving back to the bar or home, people are sheepishly moving, and suddenly, a large group of black 20somethings, usually male seeming will run aggressively in the opposite direction of the flow of people and this in turn will cause a chain reaction of running and rushing ;nobody wants to get shot or water cannoned" essentially, when it comes to massive crowds, it is groups if young blackmen running that become the “canaries" for the rest of us, problem is: there is rarely an actual “danger" to run from, the runners are just messing with our minds. I just hope I don’t “read it wrong" when the true “crowd canaries" rush past me when the real “danger" comes my way

Waiting for the march to begin

Making it through bathroom lines, bartenders and enthusiastic dykes!

Quien Ed?

Here I am at the Hollywood bowl surrounded by thousands of humans

What is the absolute threshold for your love?

Decapitated Baby Elephant, 2011, edition of 6, linocut on paper

Here I am, riding a train back to Oxnard, it never gets old. The mountains always hug me back.