This evening I drove up to San Pedro to the Loft Artist Studios and Gallery at 401 Mesa St., near the Los Angeles Harbor, for an artists reception. Hosted by Gallery Azul, this show was called "Woman and the Apple." The 'hood where the gallery is located is a bit iffy and at first I thought the old brick building was closed because of the black iron gates across the doors. I parked the car and saw this ever-so-California warning sign etched on the glass of one of the doors.
I walked around to the rear of the old building and found that was the entrance. I've been there before, but the old three-floor warehouse (a customs house, I think, in the olden days) always takes my breath away. The floors are dirt and concrete on the first level and stacked high with boxes. A very rickety staircase takes you up to where the lofts and gallery are. It's a wonderful gallery once you get inside--a ton of character and some excellent artists paint and create there.
I went specifically to see a painting by someone in my artists group, Cindy Parker-Cooke, whose work intrigues me, and someone I've written about before at Sacred Ordinary. I loved her painting that was on display with the others tonight. It's called "Magdalena Adriana in the Garden in Her Red Party Dress."
Here are two other photos of other paintings in the show.
Next I drove down to the harbor and watched one of the huge freighters go by in the channel and then went home to watch "Never Let Me Go" on Netflix, smelly Mollie by my side. It's bath time for her tomorrow. This film really creeped me out.
My day started beautifully with a nice breakfast out with my daughter and granddaughter and now I'm ending it with you. I'm in a very funky mood which I hope has gone away by morning--nothing bad, just a feeling of unsettledness. Our Carmageddon 405 freeway closure this weekend has been anti-climatic. In fact, even in my neck of the woods traffic was really light. I guess everyone either stayed home or went out of town.
