Artists Who Influenced My Style

When I was growing up in the ‘fifties in Los Angeles, my family had lots of art, books, and art books. I pored over them, studying in particular ink line drawings of that were both naive and sophisticated, both organic and surreal. Here are seven artists whose art influenced my drawing style:

Henri Matisse showed me how to love color, women, plants, animals, and objects in a bebop sort of way.


Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s The Little Prince was probably the first spiritual book in my personal library.


Hokusai taught me to worship volcanoes and yearn to experience life in Japan. He mingled ordinary and extraordinary visions.


Sister Mary Corita Kent showed me the beauty of cursive script as a graphic element. My mother took art classes from her at Immaculate Heart College.


James Thurber’s work appeared monthly in our home in the New Yorker.


Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec showed me that distorted figures are far more evocative than photographic-perfect ones. He loved the night, and who wouldn’t in fin de siècle Paris?


I’ve long loved the cartoons, illustrations, wit and political views of Jules Pfeiffer, but, to my astonishment, today I am unable to locate his bio on the web, nor examples of his cartoons, including his famous modern dancer.


Art Opening in Silverlake

Last Saturday January 13, artists Hoshi Hana and Andy Robinson and I attended an art opening at a storefront gallery at Sunset Junction in the boho Silverlake district of Los Angeles. The gallery didnÂ’t have a name, but it was next door and connected to a boutique named Pull My Daisy after the 1959 Jack Kerouac film. Hoshi Hana took all of these pictures, as my digital camera is on the fritz. Thank you, my dear!

S. Lee Robinson has hung many a show in her 22 year career as a painter, and this retrospective contains one or two paintings from each of her shows.

Meet S. Lee Robinson, as wonderfully warm as she is talented. Hoshi Hana and Andy know her from Gallery at the End of the World, a cooperative gallery of which they are all members.

Hoshi Hana and Andy at the opening.

Me, drinking a Pellegrino and cranberry juice and admiring “Big Boat.”

The DJ played danceable retro music, Bo Diddley, Michael Jackson, the Bee Gees. Only Hoshi Hana and I danced. IÂ’m a baby boomer and canÂ’t help it. Hoshi HanaÂ’s just loose for a Gen X.

A merry throng, admiring the art, nibbling on olives and tomato pesto on baguette slices, sipping wine and soft drinks, laughing and chatting under the icicle lights.

Hoshi HanaÂ’s friend since high school, Sheri Ozeki (in the hat), and a friend of SheriÂ’s.

The big yellow face got sold in the first hour of the opening! The bull was from an entire show of nothing but bulls, just as the big boat was from a show of all boats.

“Three Kings – Mars,” Andy’s favorite of the paintings in the show.

A drawing titled “Woman.”

The gallery opens into the Pull My Daisy store, offering a tantalizing view of its cloth monster. The shop is famous for its dachshund, Bingo, who cruises Sunset Junction hoping for bacon. The photos on the dressing room door are of people in exotic locations around the world wearing Bingo t-shirts.