Omniscient Are The Flowers

A Film-Poem by Artist Megan Jorgenson

Film from Neptune, Home

A week after Covid-19 lockdowns I had gotten back a commissioned painting, back from the framers, and made plans to drop it off. I drove to the Malibu parking lot of my favorite ocean eats, Neptune’s Net. Leaving LA there were no cars, no traffic lights, just people walking in what felt like plastic bubbles of protection. 

I decided to take the long way through the Santa Monica mountains. To my luck everything was as green as story book. I stopped along the way and took photos of the trees, mountains, and signs I saw. Everything looked to be in a different light. 

Finally I came up, down and around a mountainside, and it dropped me into the PCH. It was the most beautiful overlook, and I could not believe how much I have missed the ocean. It felt like arriving to a lake house in the summer time, a place I had always been going to but didn’t know until I was there.

Although the world seemed to be nothing but bits of broken glass, bleeding with uncertainty, I couldn’t help but think this path was the only path I needed to be on.