(Photo taken by me)
Venice Beach ain’t like the Italian counterpart. It’s an artist’s sun-blazed canvas with wino alcoholism spread all across the vibrant stitching. Moved from the eastern apple when my rent became a debt obligation and decided to roam West. The ocean Pacific blue haunts my realism like a Kubrick film gone autobiographical, but I love it out here. I really, very much do.
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Beautiful post! I love Venice Beach too.
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Thank you so much!! 🙏 what a beautiful, inspiring place 🌅 🎨
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“The ocean Pacific blue haunts my realism like a Kubrick film gone autobiographical”
I love that line so much! The whole tone of this post is beautiful. You create such a tangible mood. And the photo is gorgeous too.
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You’re too kind, thank you so much!! 🙏 imagery is on of my favorite literary devices and I like to write it just as much as I read it. Very nice words, I really appreciate it 😃
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