Roaming through Culver City Galleries

Did you know that there are 38 Art Galleries around La Cienega and Washington Blvd. in Culver City?  I enjoyed just a few be fore the 4 PM to 7 PM parking ban.  I began at LA X ART on La Cienego and roamed East (Yes, La Cienega goes East and West in that block just South of Venice).  I visited Walter Maciel, Taylor de Cordoba, Maloney Fine Art, Cherry and Martin and George Billis...only 32 more to go.

Jen Pack's "UnQuiet Chroma" at the Taylor De Cordoba Gallery at 2660 S La Cienega Blvd
Jen Pack lives and works in Durango, Colorado and sews then stretches these textile collages.
She starts by machine stitching together strips of vividly-hued chiffon, moshi fabric and cotton.  She then begins to stretch the fabric onto a wooden frame described as intensely physical yielding sweat, sore thumbs and shoulders.
The finished work is described as having the appearance of digital pixelation.

Robert Overby's Landscape Painting, 1970, acrylic and resin on canvas at the Cherry and Martin Gallery at
2712 La Cienega Blvd.

Bonita Helmer's"Here Be Dragons I," 2012 Acrylic and spray paint on canvas at the George Billis Gallery at
2716 S La Cienega, Blvd

Freddy Chandra's "Drift Expanse" at the Walter Maciel Gallery at
2642 S. La Cienega Blvd.
Freddy works and lives in the San Francisco Bay area.  He applys acrylic and urethane paints on transparent cast acrylic panels.  He describes his work as rhythmic compositions of discrete frames in which the relationship between parts inherently informs the logic of a continuous whole.

Greta Waller's "In the Closet" exhibit with the above painting entitled "Buca di Beppo"
Michael Maloney Gallery at 2680 S La Cienega Blvd

Deborah Martin's "Back of Beyond"show at the George Billis Gallery.  The artist lives in 29 Palms and has painted what she sees left in the desert.  The following is written on the wall:
Beyond Home
Back of beyond,
 beyond this bend
 of light:
 between an oasis and a desert
 they once called a heart-shaped valley,
spaces sprawl like destiny,
whorls of dust
 spread by hands.
Home, deprivation, hope
spreading apart the spaces in-between
like clapboard cabins
pitched against wind, unsteady
weather they once called homesteads.....