photos by Carl Lindstrom
words by Dominique Kun and Carl Lindstrom

 

Lethe

There is a migration of dreamers traveling to the same epicenter, longing to be inspired once again by people; like when they were young, looking up to others in a wondrous gawk. Dreamers congregate naturally, not because they need one another in some transactional way, but because they desire to be filled with hope.  Dreams of creating a better functioning, more beautiful, space for mankind - painters, photographers, musicians, actors, models, screenwriters, architects... they combine here, socializing themselves into an mass of artistic collaboration that is not unlike the common evolution of culture throughout history. The flow of ideas. Those with ideas would naturally desire a place of communication, and inspiration. A true modern renaissance city: Los Angeles.

However, those familiar with LA living can easily find distractions, and the original innocence of vision can be clouded in the scene which so casually infests, like cockroaches on a fresh painting, recklessly laid on the floor to dry. We came here to combine with others, but because of our recklessness, we lost ourselves: our original vision became as dirty as the stars on Hollywood Blvd. Irony. The turmoil we all feel as a pressure inside to conform to our surroundings, and yet to somehow exist separate from them. Cynicism runs deep in LA; lost dreams are the natural flow of losing your green. Aspirations can degrade just as youth dissipates. Take a moment to reflect on what your were when you first arrived in LA. Then compare it to where you are at that moment. Don't become hard, jaded, and cynical; use your reflection to awaken your dream, let it combine with the dreams of others who still have hope - here in LA.

 

Lethe is the river of forgetfulness in Greek Mythology