Last night I saw this van and a guy working up on the jack lift, painting something outside of Angel City Brewery. This morning, I had to bring my rental back to Union Station. I stopped at Famima to grab some coffees for Hannah and I for the ride in the tow truck (long story, my car’s bonked). On the way back, I saw the van was out again, so I had the Lyft driver drop me off at the corner. I walked up to the guy in the sky and said “Hey, @ShrineOn, right?” He looked down and said “yeah, hey.” I didn’t recognize him without the mustache. “Hey, I’m Wolfbear. I painted with you at Art Outside a couple years ago.” He was way up there, I was way down here. “Nice to see you in the neighborhood,” I called out, “I have an iced coffee for you if you want. I gotta head to work though!” He said thanks and told me to catch up with him when I get off of work. I went over to Groundworks and grabbed another ice coffee for myself for the morning. I know this story sounds soOoOo Los Angeles… Union Station, Lyft, Angel City, Groundworks, yadda yadda… But it’s also the sort of moment that makes the city feel small(er). Like when I ran into @globalista.la here one morning. And it makes me think about patronage, the community feeling of running into the local artist in the town square and offering support (with iced caffeine, or money, assuming that Angel City is paying him handsomely). It feels good to know what’s going on, to feel a part of something... Though the coffee prices are hilarious here, the Arts District has a delightful flare for walkability, safety, access to public transit, and has a small enough core to enable chance meet-ups. It’s a good sign for the city, with many other neighborhoods beefing up transit, safety and mixed use. They could all use a little bit of extra Shrine.
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