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The painter Hilary Pecis has made a necessary change in her work.
It is evidence that Pecis is not just another Los Angeles painter selling tasty flat images.
Im trying to figure out how to make a painting, she told me over text.
Dangerously enticing territory, in other words.
In her best paintings, we are privy to suspended moments of peace.
InWinter in L.A,I get a terrible envy of the outward beauty and physical ease of Southern California.
A world without weather, days without humidity, lives green with plants.
Shes great at bookshelves.
The names are like a frieze on a temple.
Artists live in these pictures.
Peciss paintings become controlled lava flows of form, shadow, and detail.
We see photographs, a picture of a horse, gridded window screens.
InOffice,theres a microwave supporting a cup, a thermos, and a lemon a wee still life.
There are vases filled with freshly picked sunflowers, aging brickwork, a pocked sidewalk.
She delights in her own calligraphy, carefully rendering every letter and the phone number on the stores sign.
Everything in the painting is just so clean, down to the flowers growing atop the building.
All these moments of life painted in the flattest of ways, altars and tabernacles of our seen world.
Pecis made a good move.
Shes poised to really spread her wings.
