For the last 20 years I completely ignored the orange tree in the backyard of my studio because my backyard was the front yard of the guy who rented the back house. But now I’m that guy, so the orange tree is all mine. It’s almost completely replaced the internet for me. You’ve got the bright orange dots, like out of a painting of California, and the drama of the squirrels running away with the oranges. Then there’s the hummingbirds, who I have trouble playing it cool around, I just stare and stare. And now: orange blossoms! That smell like sexy beautiful perfume! I keep cutting off sprigs and sending them off with guests.
