For the times we are in, I needed to find Venice Beach, California. I mean, I needed to FIND Venice Beach. I made it my public photography space and photo op for three straight days. I discovered that you never know what's going to happen in Venice Beach until you find it. The result is a restless portrait consisting of twenty-eight photos, each entitled. Image and title are meant to be by turns intimate, witty, engaging, affectionate, and reflective. My book concept was based on the artist Edward Ruscha's Twentysix Gasoline Stations from sixty years ago. It is said that he wanted his book to evoke a kind of "Huh?" response. I hope this monograph of my images of Venice Beach will do the same

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