If you drive East of LA until there are no more streetlights, you’ll pass the last gas station. Turn right at the last stop sign and keep driving. Even when the asphalt turns to sand.
When you’re finally lost, you’ve arrived.
This place is brutal and impartial. Any sign of hospitality is just a mirage. The only laws here are the laws of nature. Everything about this place tells you: “go away”.
And that’s what makes it irresistible.
Charlotte De Cock is the daughter of the sun. Whenever she is not painting or doing great things, she is out here riding sunsets and wild trails.
The desert is were she was probably born.
Over the years she grew into a strange kind of oasis.
If you are going to die Today, I suggest you get a fix of her medicine and check whatever she is up to at the moment.
Artist Charlotte de Cock
Hotel ACE Hotel