Downtown LA Plein Air Festival again–this time with B doing the driving while we scouted locations. Passed by an incredible area of fabric stores–unlike anything I’ve ever seen and had no idea it was there after 30 years of living here. At around 9th and Santee. Looked like I imagine Istanbul looks. Anyway, not too far from there we found a relatively quiet street with a meter at $4/hr. So I set up. Sometime during the process some kids came by and gave me a compliment. Next thing you know, one of them literally skateboarded into my set up sending my turps, paints, etc. flying. Luckily, neither I nor my painting were hurt, unless a near heart attack counts. Have I mentioned that plein air painting is not for the faint of heart? At some point, an African American gentleman wearing a suit and driving a black Mercedes pulled up and got out to talk to me. He said he wished he had a gift. I tried to tell him it’s more about hard work, but people never want to hear that, so he took off. I painted this building many years ago from an office building window and one of the lawyers that worked there purchased it, so of course I have a fondness for it…and besides, it’s a cool color to play with, kind of like pistachio ice cream.
News flash: I typed this up on Saturday night but was too tired to post it with the image. Since then this piece won me First Prize in the First LA Plein Air Festival that ended this Sunday and hundreds of dollars of art supplies. Yippee!