Going to Equal Writes in Long Beach this Saturday to hear Justin Chin, Trebor Healy, and D. Travers Scott read. Who schedules a reading at 3PM? Ugh. Too late for lunch, too early for dinner. Oh well, guess we'll just have to go out drinking afterwards!
On a completely different topic - last weekend I caught the David Hockney exhibit at LACMA It's only showing at two museums, one in Boston, and here in LA. It's his portrait work, which I don't like as much as his other stuff, but I still thought it was excellent. Hockney has such a way of capturing the southern California landscape. Except for people, everything he draws is draftsman straight with harsh lines, which takes some getting used to, but it's what you see when you look at LA. Not to be missed - the oil of the dachshund. I was cracking up about the expression on that dog's face for a good hour. I most liked Hockney's pencil and crayon work (especially Peter 1966 - a nude who, thanks to the application of pink shading, looked freshly spanked), but they had textiles, photos and watercolors too. If you can make it, go.