From LA Streets to Chic Galleries: The Palm Frond Chronicles

Ah, urban sprawl — every city has its signature trash. New York flaunts those greasy pizza boxes. Paris has its quaint yet discarded metro tickets. But LA? We’ve gone organic, my friend. The streets of Los Angeles are embellished with fallen palm fronds — nature’s own drop litter. Yet, before you just label them as ‘tree dandruff’, allow me to introduce you to<a href="https://amzn.to/45G5a9w" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank"> Zoe Crosher,</a> an artist with a vision far keener than most.   <a href="https://amzn.to/45G5a9w"><img alt="" src="https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:700/1*pwoHn9LavUFUg1JW2zjmUg.jpeg" style="height:468px; width:700px" /></a> Walking the boulevards of LA, <a href="https://amzn.to/45G5a9w" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Zoe’s</a> not searching for the latest brunch spot or a glimpse of a Hollywood star. Instead, she’s hunting down the best palm fronds. No, not for some hippy-dippy compost project, but for art. Pure, transformative, and symbolic art. <a href="https://medium.com/palms-of-la/from-la-streets-to-chic-galleries-the-palm-frond-chronicles-e2f6c3ac1136">Learn More</a>