Before sunset is my favorite time of day. The light is perfect. I feel a sense of security every time I see the skyscrapers reaching up towards the heavens. They remind me of our great accomplishment and destruction at the same time.

The ever changing clouds in the expansive sky soothe my eyes and provide me with the space to think beyond my confines.

I have always loved the Los Angeles freeways. They are amazing in their intricacies and simplicity. I see beauty in their structures and how they interact and divide communities. Everyday, I appreciate them for the efficiency they provide, for their functional purpose. But artistically, they represent something beautiful to me. They seem to be alive to me. People who travel on them breathe life into them. They represent the veins of humanity in a very impersonable urbanscape. They enable people to develop relationships and physical contact outside of their own isolated communities. I took the photos while driving on the 405 South on a cold, cloudy, and rainy day.

Night is the most interesting time of the day for me. It's how I like to see the world. I spend a lot of time in my car, who doesn't in Los Angeles. I drove up to the fence and it made me feel a sense of desolation and isolation. The fence, the dividing line, drew the line between me and freeway traffic. Colors can overwhelm my senses, so I decided to make these images black and white.

Stills are interesting to look at, but I find that one picture often does not convey enough. I am interested in creating a cityscape that is made up of multiple stills connected together to tell a story of the congestion and liveliness of Los Angeles. The constant flux and movement are characteristic of my existence. If you have the bandwidth and patience, you may want to check out the animated version of my drive at night in Los Angeles. The bright lights that glow like colorful lollipops and the motion of the lights and cars create intriquing scenes.

Olympic Blvd. is a nice drive. I like cutting through all the different neighborhoods and see it change from Koreatown, Miracle Mile, Beverly Hills, Century City, Westwood, West LA, all the way to the Pacific Ocean. On the corner of Olympic and Westwood Blvd., I documented the traffic pattern as I was stopped at a stop light.

The fact that this traffic pattern is unique made it special for me. Life is live moment by moment. It's all the different moments in our lives, added up that gives meaning at the end. Hopefully, at the end, life would have meant something. The traffic has a life of its own. I feel alienated, isolated in my car. I don't interact with others besides honking at them or being honked at. When I look out of the metal container I am in, this is what I see. Sitting in traffic is a part of my day, of most people's day...so it's meaningful.

I often take for granted the beauty in the city that I live in. It's not until I have someone visiting that start seeing my town anew, from a refreshing perspective. Living in this city too long, sitting in traffic, and dealing with angry, bitchy people have taken a toll on me.

Most people only see photos of movie premiers in Westwood in magazines. I live in this city and take it for granted. I disdain premiers. They cause street blockage and traffic jams. All the years of going to UCLA and having to drive through Westwood Village have left a bitter taste in my mouth regarding the hoopla surrounding premiers. Though I realize that they might be a bore to me, some people would die to see a star in person.

From my log, I see that I get a lot of traffic to my site from outside of the U.S., so I need to keep in mind that something I find boring might not be boring to someone who doesn't live here. So, here I have captured one of my favorite activities, going to movies at big theaters late at night. Fox is a great theater to watch a movie in. I have many fond memories associated with the place. It is also the theater that many movies make their debut. Long lines surround the building during those times as people flock to catch a glimpse and mingle with the stars. We all want our 15 minutes of fame. In this city, most girls I know live by the saying: If you can't be star, go sleep with one.

I love going to the laundry mat to do my laundry when I have time. It's where I get to know the neighborhood that I live in. People spend hours there with little else to do but to wait, load and fold. Not too exciting. I spend most of my time observing the interactions between people, between couples who take the opportunity to show each other affection, children who are helping their parents out, and singles who are checking out the good looking people there...hoping they are single, available and interested.

The laundry mat is one of sources of entertainment. I enjoy watch my dirty laundry spinning, swirling, swish-swashing inside the machine. Thank god for modernity and technology, for the invention of the washing machine. Now, instead of washing my laundry by hand, I have the luxury to sit back, think, and observe. As I sit on the bench or table where people fold, contemplating, I would sometimes think about all those people who have washed their dirty laundry in the machines before me.

In a way, the laundry mat is place for communal cleansing. I go there and often leave feeling more connected. Too bad I don't do my laundry that frequently. The laundry mat is one of the last places, besides the park, that people, families can hang out and get to each other and bond with members of their community. I find that I really get to know someone by seeing their bed sheets, towels, clothes, and undergarments. These articles reveal people's taste, style, way of life, and relationships. They offer me an intimate snapshot of the people who share the space with me. I find meaning in the most ordinary and mundane things in life.

I live in a city that does not sleep at night. I don't sleep much at night so it's a great match. After midnight is when all the interesting characters come out. Tonight while driving through West Hollywood, I saw a couple of well-built and tanned guys walking around in their black briefs and black angel wings. They were as much a turn-on as the Victoria Secret models. Their struts were confident and sexual. They were turning heads all around them. Too bad I didn't get a snap of them.

The interesting, random patterns created by this brightly lit city intriqued me. The abstraction of shapes and compositions in the dark gave me a sense of the layout of city without overwhelming my senses. The interactions between street and traffic lights, neon signs and interiorly lit buildings create an energy of constant motion and change. Nothing is static for long.