Sunday, July 20, 2014
Tomorrow would be David's 60th birthday. A couple of years ago, we talked about a party, but never really got to the planning stage. I'd still like to do something. So how could I observe David Angel Day?
Breakfast would be an important observance. Breakfast could be Eggs in a Frame ala David with sliced cantaloupe. Or possibly french toast, or pancakes fried in butter. A cup of coffee. Breakfast out would be an entirely acceptable option. The Pantry or Shakers. A newspaper would be good in the morning. I could read the sports page and the front page. There might be some harsh words for conservatives, especially Clarence Thomas. Then I'd turn to the crossword puzzle. If a newspaper wasn't handy and a computer was, I could take trivia quizzes and/or play some online Omaha.
It would be important to share time with Frankie the Dog - David's best dog ever. A walk in the Arroyo would be sweet, as would a trip to Hermon Dog Park. A trip to PetCo would fitting, with a visit to the treat bar and a chance for Frankie to show his tricks to the employees.
I'd definitely need to spend time being useful, for sure doing the dishes. Maybe a home project - something to glue, something to paint. A reason to go to the hardware store. I should try to be helpful to others too. Maybe I could find someone who needed something typed, or summarized, or moved or connected. Anything for the Temple or Tiger Bingo.
I could make a mini-pilgrimage to all the places David lived and worked and wandered about. With a very brief exception, they are all right in and around Los Angeles - Boyle Heights, West Hollywood, Westwood, Downtown, Alhambra, South Pasadena. More food couldn't hurt. I'd have many favorite restaurants to choose from. Tommy's; El Tepeyac; Wahib's; Baskin Robbins; Burger Continental; the Dresden Room; Canter's; Pink's, Philippe's. If I could manage time travel, I'd also consider Rick's and Danny's Deli. Then, again, if I could manage time travel, I'd likely just have a party with David.
The right music for the day would be George Thurogood, Randy Newman, Bonnie Raitt, Joni Mitchell, Paul Simon, the Beatles, Bob Dylan, or really just about anything. Possible clothing choices (not to be worn together) include long-sleeved tee shirts, Hawaiian shirts, suspenders, Jerry Garcia ties, Birkenstocks, jeans or no pants.
Other observances of David Angel Day could include playing bocce, taking a nap, more trivia, movies, concerts, trips to museums, tequila shots, walking tours, wine tasting, cooking, poker, reading, Scrabble, Frisbee, smashing coins on the railroad track, baseball games, basketball games, golf, comedy, television, and travel. The foregoing is not intended to be a complete list. Of course, the most important element of a celebration of David Angel Day would be the people - the family, the friends, the acquaintances and even strangers. Long into the night, I would keep them close and talk to them.
Rest in peace David Angel, and a happy David Angel Day to all.
Monday, July 7, 2014
The painting kind of grew on me. That post at the corner of the pergola is just so anywhere.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Then there is Garfield Park. For a while, when my children were in preschool and early grades, Garfield Park was the center of my social life. Weekend after weekend, there were parties under the pergola, with sheet cakes and pinatas and people dressed like Ninja Turtles and Batman. There were picnics there with my husband's family, who loved parks in a way that went far beyond anything my parents conceived of. They barbecued and played Frisbee and bocce and ate and watched the kids. These days I'm likely to go to Garfield Park for Shakespeare or summer concerts. And occasional painting. I brought my dog Frankie with me. It wasn't my first paint-out with Frankie, but it was the first time Frankie let me really paint.
Friday, May 9, 2014
This is the Queen Anne Cottage that I painted once before. It has a good story that I told once before. It was featured in the opening scene of a 1970s/1980s television show called Fantasy Island. The period Fantasy Island ran pretty much paralleled the time when I lived without a television. Although somehow I knew the show well enough to be familiar with one of its actors, Herve Villechaze, who walked into my pub one night, and walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. I think I may have helped him, because he was extremely small, and unlikely to be seen from behind the bar.
I was recalling that I don't remember my parents ever taking me to the arboretum. Which seems odd because my father was such a fan and walking encyclopedia of trees. I went with the Girl Scouts, and got a bit of training about plants and did some nature-related crafts. I went back on a regular basis as a teenager. It was a place to feed ducks, hold hands with boys, and gather feathers to adorn our hippie-girl hair. That was years before I knew of the migratory birds act.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
It rained Friday night, brought about in part by the power of my thoughts, or so it seemed. So Saturday morning was one of those sparkling bright high contrasty mornings. If not for being unseasonable chilly, it was perfect for painting. Smells of garlic, and coffee, and toast, in turns, wafted over from nearby restaurants. Before I began to paint, I got approached and then interviewed by a couple of filmmakers for One Day in Los Angeles. I hope that if I end up in the final cut I don't look or sound too ridiculous.
I picked this scene to paint for a combination of visuals. I liked the bright color of the restaurant, although I rendered it more pumpkin and less saffron. I liked that the sky wasn't visible through the trees, but only reflected on the windows and the street. I liked the back of the stop sign, and how you know it's a stop sign without the annoying red color and stentorian message. Although it's in the middle and foreground, it isn't overly significant.
The saffron colored restaurant is called Firefly. I like the restaurant. I kind of remember when it opened and I think the owner/chef was the father of a classmate of a friend's daughter. It's been probably a couple of years since I've been there now, but I've had some good meals. The food is prepared with thought and care. I did a New Year's eve tasting there once, and once had a birthday dessert splurge. One time I went for a walk, and ended up having dinner there. It's all outdoor patio seating, and one time a waitress noticed a big spider on my husband and calmly plucked it off and returned it to nature. She was my best waitress ever.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
I love river rock buildings. Another painter was telling me that around 100 years ago, property in these Southern California foothill communities was advertised as including its own building materials. He also said that several stone homes in the Verdugo Hills had recently been damaged or lost. There is a small sign outside the Lummis Home I never noticed before; it indicated you might be unsafe in or near the house, because it's unreinforced masonry, and in case of an earthquake it could all come crashing down. We had an earthquake pretty recently. Maybe that's when they put up the sign, or maybe that's why I noticed it.
You tend to take for granted that stones stay put, particularly the large heavy ones. But they don't. Their edges are smooth because they rolled, knocked about in the river against other stones. In the times when I lived alone, I lived on North Chester in Pasadena. I lived close to the railroad right-of-way, where train tracks used to be. The tracks were already gone when I lived there. I wanted a garden so bad, but it was a cheap little triplex unit, with a fenced in patio in the back, and tiny little planted area in the front. I made a stone border for the front - carrying stones one or two at a time by hand from the right-of-way back to my unit. I didn't have much luck planting any plants there, except some sunflowers on the other side of the driveway. I took good care of the plants that preceded me. The stone border looked nice. It's probably still there. The house I live in now came with a stone border. I added a few more stones from elsewhere in the yard, two I took from the Santa Fe dam, and two more I took from a neighboring yard, when the house was run down and on the market. I can't tell which ones anymore. They all look like they belong.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
Saturday, March 22, 2014
A couple of weeks ago, it rained. It rained after a long time of being extremely dry in Los Angeles, and it rained quite a bit. The rain let up on Saturday morning, so I headed out to paint. I'm pretty habitual about Saturday painting, and mostly undeterred by weather. Last Saturday, I skipped painting to keep watch over a couple of lost puppies, but that's another story.
Anyhow, nobody else showed up to paint on that wet Saturday, and the farmers' market got cancelled. I liked this scene because of the old beat up aluminum trash can and painted wooden picnic table. I hardly ever see those in public parks anymore. About an hour into the painting, the rain got serious and I packed up painting stuff. At that point the painting was clearly unfinished. It stayed that way for a while, and then I finished it at home one evening when the television was broken, with the uninitiated cat trying to drink paint water.
I think the painting has a little moodiness that I really like It's simple and it shows pretty competent technique. Damp weather is ideal for watercolor painting. I hope it works out tomorrow. But tomorrow the oils are having an outing.