The light in Venice, CA ebbs and flows like the ocean itself. At times searing, radiant, all familiar to the iconography of southern California. A dreamscape where one comes to get lost, or simply have a look around at the layered strangeness that makes this legendary playground so memorable. Some stay for a few minutes, a few days, a few years or a lifetime. Venice exists in a state of perpetual transition —between beauty and grit, youth and transformation, memory and motion. What remains however, is the light, in a place uniquely American, unbent by shifting tides or the shadows that come and go.