Last Saturday we plein air painters met up at Union Station. Well, the others met up at the station. I was too busy loosing money to METRO in an effort to purchase and fortify a TAP card. 10 Bucks! I also managed to write down the incorrect deadline on the South Pasadena Utility Box competition. Which is a shame because I had an idea waiting in the wings that I felt excited about. It’s just been that kind of year. Crappy. Did I mention I had a tire blow up while driving mom to the insurance office in Hacienda Heights? Happened on the overpass between the 210 and the 605 south. Mom refuses to get on a freeway in my truck, so we took her Honda. Seems mom’s insurance company decided to drop her after 50 years of loyalty, so we were on our way to meet up with her new insurer; an outfit called “Two Guys From Italy” (not really – Lloyds of London; at double and a half). If someone tells you there’s no such thing as accidents, they’re bullshitting you.
[WARNING SHOP TALK] Despite the beauty of Union Station, finding a location to sit and paint it’s architecture is difficult. The front of the station was in shadow, so I decided to cross the street and look for opportunity there. The best shade spots were taken up by the homeless – and who can blame them. I eventually found this little plaza area on the east side of Olvera street. The building to the right is an original adobe with an old grape vine. I like this painting very much. Especially it’s austerity and muted palatte. It’s well composed. If I were to fault it, I’d be critical of the sky and maybe the palm fronds. I love the palm trunk though. And the tile mural. It’s just very simple.
BTW – on leaving, I looked through a window out into the station court yard and saw my fellows. Good thing too. Barbara helped me buy a return pass home.