My current life is a geographic yo-yo between San Francisco and Palm Springs.
In contrast to the hard-edged city, Palm Springs often feels like a friendly village, where civic leaders annually shut down the main drag for the high school homecoming parade.
Hispanics are under violent attack from the federal government now, but the young parade marchers looked proud of their culture.
Palm Springs's population is currently 62% white and 25% Hispanic, but the next generation looks to change that ratio.
During the 40-minute parade, there were brightly dressed dancers making their way down Palm Canyon Drive...
...preceded by a young male contingent doing ornate step dancing.
Other local school groups...
...who had a football team...
...and a cheering organization...
...were also included.
Markus Crouse, a longtime friend, who taught high school in San Francisco, Pacifica, Hollywood, and the Palm Springs area, once mentioned that the desert kids were the sweetest group of any of them.
I can confirm that from observations on the Coachella Valley public bus system. There are as many crazy and down-and-out characters riding them as on San Francisco's Muni system, but the teenage passengers are consistently kind and helpful to everyone.
May they continue to march forward.
Showing posts with label Palm Springs Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Palm Springs Life. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 15, 2025
Sunday, March 30, 2025
Cathedral City Tesla Protest
We went to the weekly Cathedral City Tesla protest today...
...and joined a group of about 300 people lined along the sidewalk of Perez Road, a huge boulevard with no legal parking...
...many with signage.
This was all taking place in front of the only Tesla showroom and service station in the Coachella Valley.
"Chinga Tu Maga" is my new favorite tagline/T-shirt.
Palm Springs real estate has become too expensive so most of the new gay immigrants are moving into neighboring Cathedral City,
The area is feeling very much like an oasis for people fleeing the oncoming fascist Gilead.
This Sunday's weekly protest featured counterprotestors across the street for the first time, with idiotic signage that included "TESLA OWNERS LIVES MATTER".
My friend Rob McCann, a Canadian who worked for NASA and gained American citizenship years ago, made an appearance.
And so did innumerable fellow citizens who are doing their civic duty by saying pubicly, "No, I protest."
...and joined a group of about 300 people lined along the sidewalk of Perez Road, a huge boulevard with no legal parking...
...many with signage.
This was all taking place in front of the only Tesla showroom and service station in the Coachella Valley.
"Chinga Tu Maga" is my new favorite tagline/T-shirt.
Palm Springs real estate has become too expensive so most of the new gay immigrants are moving into neighboring Cathedral City,
The area is feeling very much like an oasis for people fleeing the oncoming fascist Gilead.
This Sunday's weekly protest featured counterprotestors across the street for the first time, with idiotic signage that included "TESLA OWNERS LIVES MATTER".
My friend Rob McCann, a Canadian who worked for NASA and gained American citizenship years ago, made an appearance.
And so did innumerable fellow citizens who are doing their civic duty by saying pubicly, "No, I protest."
Monday, December 05, 2022
Indio Tamale Festival
I joined a gaggle of gay friends on Sunday for the 30th annual Indio Tamale Festival.
There were tamale stands for everyone, including vegans and foodies into local exotica.
This was the first time the event had moved from the confines of old downtown Indio to a huge park nearby, which allowed for the Guinness-certified World's Largest Bounce House for the kids.
It was fun being a minority as a gringo in what was a predominantly Mexican-American family crowd.
In front of one set of tamale booths, the gentleman above was holding the 1st Place Traditional Tamale Award from the festival...
...and when I asked how he'd done this year, he brought out the first place award for 2022.
I was wary of the event being crowded and claustrophobic...
...but the expansive park had plenty of room...
...even for demonstrations of souped-up low-riders.
The only problem was the cacophony of three different stages blasting live bands and/or DJ sets in addition to various booths adding to the sonic overload. Our hosts, Barry and Grant above, could not take it for long...
...so we left early, but not before I went on a twirly amusement park ride that almost made me pass out. It was lots of fun.
There were tamale stands for everyone, including vegans and foodies into local exotica.
This was the first time the event had moved from the confines of old downtown Indio to a huge park nearby, which allowed for the Guinness-certified World's Largest Bounce House for the kids.
It was fun being a minority as a gringo in what was a predominantly Mexican-American family crowd.
In front of one set of tamale booths, the gentleman above was holding the 1st Place Traditional Tamale Award from the festival...
...and when I asked how he'd done this year, he brought out the first place award for 2022.
I was wary of the event being crowded and claustrophobic...
...but the expansive park had plenty of room...
...even for demonstrations of souped-up low-riders.
The only problem was the cacophony of three different stages blasting live bands and/or DJ sets in addition to various booths adding to the sonic overload. Our hosts, Barry and Grant above, could not take it for long...
...so we left early, but not before I went on a twirly amusement park ride that almost made me pass out. It was lots of fun.
Sunday, August 07, 2022
SF Heaven and Hell
Across Franklin Street from my apartment, in Redwood Alley behind a senior housing complex, there have been a series of tent encampments over the last four years. They are periodically swept away by an army of Department of Public Works employees, only to have the residents trickle back later the same day. The San Francisco Police Department essentially does nothing, even though the encampments usually consist of a stolen bicycle chop shop operating in full view of the neighbors.
Before the last sweep earlier this week, there was an angry, insane young woman haunting the area, usually with a metal bar in hand which she would bang against fences and light poles while threatening poor, underpaid security guards at the SF Opera employee parking lot.
Walking down Market Street yesterday afternoon, we saw her being subdued by a ridiculous number of police officers while they waited for an ambulance to take her away to a mental health facility.
One block further we were confronted by about 200 young people on mini motorcycles speeding down Market Street as a mob while doing wheelies.
As far we could see, the police just ignored them, and since the department can no longer blame the recently recalled District Attorney Chesa Boudin, they have gone back to their old standby, "we're understaffed."
There seemed to be something in the ether on Saturday because on our stroll to Yerba Buena Gardens there were more schizophrenics than usual, in full screaming mode, angrily talking back to the voices in their head while scaring the hordes of European tourists walking downtown.
The jazz singer Paula West was performing a free concert at the Yerba Buena Festival.
The expert music and the mellow crowd felt like an oasis.
Before the last sweep earlier this week, there was an angry, insane young woman haunting the area, usually with a metal bar in hand which she would bang against fences and light poles while threatening poor, underpaid security guards at the SF Opera employee parking lot.
Walking down Market Street yesterday afternoon, we saw her being subdued by a ridiculous number of police officers while they waited for an ambulance to take her away to a mental health facility.
One block further we were confronted by about 200 young people on mini motorcycles speeding down Market Street as a mob while doing wheelies.
As far we could see, the police just ignored them, and since the department can no longer blame the recently recalled District Attorney Chesa Boudin, they have gone back to their old standby, "we're understaffed."
There seemed to be something in the ether on Saturday because on our stroll to Yerba Buena Gardens there were more schizophrenics than usual, in full screaming mode, angrily talking back to the voices in their head while scaring the hordes of European tourists walking downtown.
The jazz singer Paula West was performing a free concert at the Yerba Buena Festival.
The expert music and the mellow crowd felt like an oasis.
Wednesday, April 14, 2021
Anthony James's Cosmic 80" Great Rhombicosidodecahedron
The Palm Springs Art Museum reopened for the first time during this pandemic a couple of weeks ago, and in the lobby area there is a startlingly trippy sculpture by the British born, Los Angeles based artist Anthony James.
At his website, in the Works section (click here), the artist has written absurdly oracular descriptions of his various painting and sculpture series. Here's an example: "I’m interested in revealing and sharing truth. My intention is to bring an impossible concept like the idea of infinity, or the cosmos, into physical objective existence. I am attempting to express science, spirituality, and philosophy in an object the purest and most honest way I know how."
Visual artists, with a few major exceptions, are not good with written descriptions, which is probably why they are visual artists in the first place. Check out the Photos section (click here) and marvel at the remarkable work he's been creating over the last couple of decades, none the same as the last.
This latest series of three-dimensional kaleidescopes really does hint at a visual approximation of infinity.
The only sculptures I have seen that are remotely similar are the work of Taiwan-born, Oakland-based Nick Dong (click here). I am glad California is still attracting visionary artists from around the world.
At his website, in the Works section (click here), the artist has written absurdly oracular descriptions of his various painting and sculpture series. Here's an example: "I’m interested in revealing and sharing truth. My intention is to bring an impossible concept like the idea of infinity, or the cosmos, into physical objective existence. I am attempting to express science, spirituality, and philosophy in an object the purest and most honest way I know how."
Visual artists, with a few major exceptions, are not good with written descriptions, which is probably why they are visual artists in the first place. Check out the Photos section (click here) and marvel at the remarkable work he's been creating over the last couple of decades, none the same as the last.
This latest series of three-dimensional kaleidescopes really does hint at a visual approximation of infinity.
The only sculptures I have seen that are remotely similar are the work of Taiwan-born, Oakland-based Nick Dong (click here). I am glad California is still attracting visionary artists from around the world.
Sunday, April 11, 2021
Agnes Pelton's Desert Transcendentalism
Agnes Pelton (1881-1961), a little-known 20th century American artist and mystic, is finally being rediscovered. In 2019, an exhibition of 45 paintings was organized by Gilbert Vicario at the Phoenix Art Museum. It traveled to New Mexico in the latter part of that year, and opened triumphantly at the Whitney Museum of American Art in New York City on March 13th, 2020. Two days later, the museum shut down along with the rest of the world on account of a new pandemic. Over a year later, the exhibit has reopened to the public at its final destination, the Palm Springs Art Museum.
Pelton had an interesting family background, detailed by Whitney Museum curator Barbara Haskell in an informative interview with Andrew Goldstein at artnet (click here). [After a family scandal in the late 19th century], "the Tiltons sent their daughter, Florence, to Europe...where she met a wealthy expatriate from Louisiana who was something of a ne’er-do-well, and they had Agnes Pelton in Stuttgart. They moved back to Brooklyn, but Florence’s husband was unhappy and Agnes rarely saw her father. He died when she was 10 from a morphine overdose." Florence supported the two of them by opening a music school in Brooklyn where they mingled with the bohemian artistic intelligentsia of the day. Florence died in 1920 and in 1922, Agnes moved alone to an abandoned windmill on eastern Long Island. (Above is the 1928 Ecstasy.)
Pelton was deeply drawn to religious mysticism, principally through Helena Blavatsky and her Theosophist movement combining Eastern and Western traditions. A fascinating painter/archeologist/anthropologist Russian couple, Nicholas and Helena Roerich, brought Agni Yoga from Central Asia to the West, and Agnes became one of its adherents. (The above painting is the 1932 Messengers.)
The American Southwest, particularly New Mexico and Southern California, was a major Theosophist gathering spot in the first half of the 20th century, with Pelton visiting Mabel Dodge Luhan's artistic salon in Taos and spiritual gatherings in Pasadena in 1928. (The above painting is 1933's The Primal Wing.)
On one of those Pasadena visits, she stumbled onto the Coachella Valley where she immediately felt in tune with the light, the twin mountain peaks of San Jacinto and San Gorgonio, and the overall energy of the place. (The above painting is 1934's Orbits.)
In 1931, at the age of 50, she moved into a cabin in what was then the village of Cathedral City, six miles down a two-lane road from the small town of Palm Springs. (The painting above is 1942's My Cabin.)
She then set about creating her unique, abstract style of paintings with identifiable shapes and images. Gaskell at the Whitney relates: "Once she establishes her vocabulary in 1925, she does not stray from it. She didn’t paint for other people. She didn’t paint for the marketplace. In fact, to make money, she painted realistic portraits and desert paintings that she sold to tourists." (The painting above is 1938's Red and Blue.) Gaskell continues: "The abstract work was the real work, and it was difficult for her to do. She would sometimes only be able to paint one day a week. It wasn’t as if she would go into her studio and think, okay, today I’m going to have an inspiration. She had to wait for those inspirations to come." (The painting above is 1940's Challenge.)
In conjunction with the "transcendental" paintings, the Palm Springs Art Museum has added an exhibit of some of those realist landscapes designed for the tourists, including 1950's Smoke Tree above.
My friend Grant Wilson actually prefers her landscapes to her strange, flat, mystical abstracts.
Seeing a whole collection of the transcendentals is disconcerting, partly because they look so much like New Age, hippie-dippie art of the 1960s and 1970s. (Above is 1943's Awakening (Memory of Father).)
The oddness is that her paintings predate those eras by 20 to 50 years, and have an originality and integrity that is unmistakable. (Above is 1952's Idyll.)
Haskell again: "Most of her paintings are very different, she never worked in series. Because she brought them out of her own visions, each time it was a different experience with a different set of problems." The Palm Springs Art Museum just reopened a couple of weeks ago for the first time since the pandemic began. The exhibit will be up until September, so if you're in the Coachella Valley between now and then, do check it out. Plus, admission is free every Thursday from 5 to 7PM. (The infinite circles in the painting above are 1954's Departure.)
Pelton had an interesting family background, detailed by Whitney Museum curator Barbara Haskell in an informative interview with Andrew Goldstein at artnet (click here). [After a family scandal in the late 19th century], "the Tiltons sent their daughter, Florence, to Europe...where she met a wealthy expatriate from Louisiana who was something of a ne’er-do-well, and they had Agnes Pelton in Stuttgart. They moved back to Brooklyn, but Florence’s husband was unhappy and Agnes rarely saw her father. He died when she was 10 from a morphine overdose." Florence supported the two of them by opening a music school in Brooklyn where they mingled with the bohemian artistic intelligentsia of the day. Florence died in 1920 and in 1922, Agnes moved alone to an abandoned windmill on eastern Long Island. (Above is the 1928 Ecstasy.)
Pelton was deeply drawn to religious mysticism, principally through Helena Blavatsky and her Theosophist movement combining Eastern and Western traditions. A fascinating painter/archeologist/anthropologist Russian couple, Nicholas and Helena Roerich, brought Agni Yoga from Central Asia to the West, and Agnes became one of its adherents. (The above painting is the 1932 Messengers.)
The American Southwest, particularly New Mexico and Southern California, was a major Theosophist gathering spot in the first half of the 20th century, with Pelton visiting Mabel Dodge Luhan's artistic salon in Taos and spiritual gatherings in Pasadena in 1928. (The above painting is 1933's The Primal Wing.)
On one of those Pasadena visits, she stumbled onto the Coachella Valley where she immediately felt in tune with the light, the twin mountain peaks of San Jacinto and San Gorgonio, and the overall energy of the place. (The above painting is 1934's Orbits.)
In 1931, at the age of 50, she moved into a cabin in what was then the village of Cathedral City, six miles down a two-lane road from the small town of Palm Springs. (The painting above is 1942's My Cabin.)
She then set about creating her unique, abstract style of paintings with identifiable shapes and images. Gaskell at the Whitney relates: "Once she establishes her vocabulary in 1925, she does not stray from it. She didn’t paint for other people. She didn’t paint for the marketplace. In fact, to make money, she painted realistic portraits and desert paintings that she sold to tourists." (The painting above is 1938's Red and Blue.) Gaskell continues: "The abstract work was the real work, and it was difficult for her to do. She would sometimes only be able to paint one day a week. It wasn’t as if she would go into her studio and think, okay, today I’m going to have an inspiration. She had to wait for those inspirations to come." (The painting above is 1940's Challenge.)
In conjunction with the "transcendental" paintings, the Palm Springs Art Museum has added an exhibit of some of those realist landscapes designed for the tourists, including 1950's Smoke Tree above.
My friend Grant Wilson actually prefers her landscapes to her strange, flat, mystical abstracts.
Seeing a whole collection of the transcendentals is disconcerting, partly because they look so much like New Age, hippie-dippie art of the 1960s and 1970s. (Above is 1943's Awakening (Memory of Father).)
The oddness is that her paintings predate those eras by 20 to 50 years, and have an originality and integrity that is unmistakable. (Above is 1952's Idyll.)
Haskell again: "Most of her paintings are very different, she never worked in series. Because she brought them out of her own visions, each time it was a different experience with a different set of problems." The Palm Springs Art Museum just reopened a couple of weeks ago for the first time since the pandemic began. The exhibit will be up until September, so if you're in the Coachella Valley between now and then, do check it out. Plus, admission is free every Thursday from 5 to 7PM. (The infinite circles in the painting above are 1954's Departure.)
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