Tiff recently wrote, " LA is as brutal as it comes. New York, for all it's grit and height and compaction--rises above the detorioration of LA's best."

I feel the burning of opinion here...

I couldn't agree more with your synopsis of LA. As for its "art" that supposedly exsists, why would anyone want to try to find it? If the plastic coating is so thick and self-sustaining in its BS justification and pomp, who gives a damn that real art and inspiration have created a fall-out shelter deep beneath the surface of Tinsle Town? True, there is real art and artists here. True great work is being done here. Honestly though, what is the point of waiting to find it? For some this is a dream. I do not fault anyone their dream or where they chose to find it. To me though, art should not have to survive in a bunker and those chosing to pursue it should not constantly have remind themselves why? It should be evident all around them, inspiring them and guiding them.

Is New York such a place? I don't know for certain. What I know is that I have not tried to live there. I do not know what it is like to survive on Rammen until my body just rejects it like one artist I know there. None the less, I do know having lived no closer than 1000 miles to the Big Apple thus far that there is great art being done and readily available for all to see.

My resume to date includes Denver, Dallas, Houston, Chicago, and now LA. Three of the four biggest cities in our country. Lately I have joked with people that all I need is NY to finish my punch card. They tell me I will win a trip to London then. I haven't got it in me to tell them I tried that too.

My big commercial debut!

http://www.greendotfilms.com

Here's the link to my big commercial debut! Go to Greendotfilms.com, select directors, select Richard Sears, and then pick the middle picture on the top row! Ta-da!

Baby Vicious

So here it is at long last, the promised picture of my new niece, Sydney Marie Coleman! I know I am an ubber dork about this, but I frankly don't care. This little girl was the highlight of my difficult trip back to Colorado.

After finisjing a 70hr week PA'ing, I hopped on a flight to Denver and just managed to miss the blizzard. There were still several make-shift camp sites when I arrived at DIA. In my state of sleep deprivation I bemused at the odd similarity I witnessed over the last 24 hours. The last night of the shoot was in and over the LA River. There were virtual cities of tarps, shopping carts, and trashbags down there. DIA was similar if bums all used Northface jackets and Tumi luggage. Ok, so not similar, but I was tired!

Once in Colorado, the snow never stopped. While I was there I saw another 18 inches fall on the city that gave me one stinking snow day while in school. It was so beautiful. LA has made me ache for winter and I definitely got some. Plus, it was nice winter. Not like Chicago that will inevitably make you hate your life while waiting for an Express bus downtown. I even got stuck a couple extra days due to the mere threat of a new bad storm coming in.

Returning to LA has been a rollercoaster thus far. I have had a couple PA days come through, a couple auditions, and began rehearsals for a stage show in February. Life has been busy. I still feel like I am catching up from last month. If I don't look too far ahead, LA can be tollerable. That means I am not even thinking about tonight yet...