Power Box and Steel Plates

Two 6x8 oils from last week. First there was a dull morning and second was late afternoon after the sun had come out a bit. Both were near the LA river near where the 5 and the 110 meet. The first is right near the 5 next to a tiny mostly Hispanic family community alongside Riverside drive.



Further down the river under the freeway was some burned out cars with mole people living under the freeway.



Including this guy passed out on the trail who's drug use/ schizophrenia apparently convinced him to lose his clothes at some point.




Later he was raving like a lunatic as were walked by, but he snapped out of it when I addressed him in a firm (but neutral way) that we were going by him. He blinked and asked me what time it was... I told him I think you missed your appointment.



The second was on the other side of the river, slightly further south in a closed manufacturing business. The painting snuffed a bit from to much reflected light making for a little duller painting then I was trying for, but I like the composition. At one point I hear cursing behind me, some local crack heads were pissed we were there, forcing them to get high somewhere else.