I also wanted to take Marcia up on her offer to see her artwork, and since she lived in Carpinteria which was on the way, I gave her a call and arranged to call round. After saying goodbye to my hosts from Leicester, I was on my way. Her instructions on how to locate her were impeccable, and she and Toby, her 18 month old dog, came out to greet me. She lived in a 20' x 48' demobilised mobile home in one of the mobile home parks in the town. This form of accommodation seemed to be fairly popular in California.
My first impressions as I entered her home was that it was a dedicated artist's residence. Artwork was everywhere, either on display, in production, or in storage. A painting was on the go on an easel in the living room, and her studio was brimming with art in progress, and enough materials to fill a shop. Here lived a dedicated artist.
Marcia showed me here work that she had described to me a couple of days earlier. Her decoupling of base from the standard rectangular format to the shape of the painting she wanted to achieve was quite original, and she stamped her own individuality in strong bright colours on the shapes. The emphasis of subject matter was plant life, and she diversified her style to add texture with acrylics, and also exploited the shapes to include mirrors within her work. A Colorado mountain scene had been painted on a two handled saw, and a range of subjects had been painted on tiles and rounded stones. She certainly wasn't afraid to experiment and push the boundaries. She was very talented. She also had a collection of her late husband's paintings, and he too was a capable artist.
She made us a light lunch, and we chatted about families, and this and that. She had suffered ill health with cancer in the past, but had survived. When I thought about it, we had an awful lot in common, which made the conversation flow easily. It crossed my mind at one point that perhaps I reminded her of her late husband; I'll never know.
Echeveria |
Agoura Hills from the Campsite |
Having spent the best part of 3 months sleeping in a van in often primitive conditions, and then having spent two nights in the relative luxury of a hotel, it might have seemed a retrograde step to return back to sleeping in the van on a campsite again. In actual fact I was quite looking forward to it, and I couldn't put forward a logical reason behind that statement. Perhaps I had become accustomed to the rough way of living and the associated uncertainties. The van had become home.
The camp was in a lovely setting, in the foothills of the Agoura Hills in the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area. The 10,000 acre Malibu Creek State Park contained forests, meadows, waterfalls, picnic areas and hiking trails. Much of the park was owned by 20th Century Fox until 1974. M*A*S*H, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and Tarzan were all filmed here. It was too late to do any hikes today, but I was determined to tackle some in the morning.
Malibu Beach |
Beach Volleyball |
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Santa Monica Beach and Pier |
As I drove back to my campsite, dusk was upon me and I knew I wouldn't be cooking in the dark, so I decided to stop off in Malibu and find a restaurant. I came across one which had an enticing menu, but when I looked in the restaurant it was so dimly lit, with a tiny candle per table illuminating the setting. I told the head waitress that the menu looked good, but I wouldn't be able to see inside the restaurant. "You won't be able to read the menu?", she asked. "No it's not that", I said, "I won't be able to see the plate". She looked at me as if I was a complete idiot, so I left. Maybe I should get my eyes checked out. I found a decent Italian restaurant in the end.
I returned to the campsite before curfew, happy that I had found a campsite so close to my destination. I spent a while gazing at the stars in the heavens before tiredness caught up with me and I turned in for the night.