Last week on 12/23, Zomzy called me up, “Hey, do you want to do a bbq on the island?” I met Zomzy on 9/16, at an Islands of LA activity held on a large island in Glassel Park, which is across the street from where he lives and has a studio/gallery.
The next day, I rode over to the island at about 8pm to find a bunch of chairs and a little BBQ grill set up in the middle of one of the largest islands in LA. About 7-8 people from the neighborhood came out to enjoy a potluck on a traffic island…one of the few public places (i.e. not private property) where people can legally assemble at any time of day or night without a permit.

At one point, Zomzy went across the street to somebody that was selling x-mas trees from their home. He said he wasn’t closing…he gave us a tree for free. Zomzy came back with a tree in hand, donated by the neighbor. He also hand a roll of aluminum foil which he passed around and suggested that we make ornaments. We also talked about the x-mas tree’s roots in paganism.

The experience to me, in general, felt somehow marginally homeless. Odd. Did this sense come from the images in media I’ve seen of homeless people living the most public life, an serving as a measure of how public, public space is (to paraphrase sociologist Walter Grasskamp)? Is it because it was at night or in a location that we are not conditioned to use for public assembly, although there is a history of this on traffic islands?
Thanks Zomzy for organizing this and coming up with the idea!







































