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Arleen Hendler, second from left-front

Arleen Hendler at Art Center.

January 27, 2024

Art Center, Altadena, CA.

A block
My drive through the maze of city streets, past buildings that flaunted their height, distinctive shapes, and architectural pride, each competing to stand out. The winding freeways also had their own boasts. Driving my old, battered Toyota Tacoma, I trundled along, rough on its tires, humming smoothly on the 5 Freeway to the Glendale Freeway, then quickly onto Chevy Chase, weaving on and off countless ‘hairpin, hilly at your own risk’ roads as I hurried toward Art Center. I maneuvered through this city’s maze, noticing numerous buildings, proud of their tall, distinctive designs, each vying for attention. The twisting freeways, a sun-drenched, soft light, breezy, and verdant flowery day in Cali,
My drive through the maze of city streets, past buildings that flaunted their height, distinctive shapes, and architectural pride, each competing to stand out. The winding freeways also had their own boasts. Driving my old, battered Toyota Tacoma, I trundled along, rough on its tires, humming smoothly on the 5 Freeway to the Glendale Freeway, then quickly onto Chevy Chase, weaving on and off countless ‘hairpin, hilly at your own risk’ roads as I hurried toward Art Center. I maneuvered through this city’s maze, noticing numerous buildings, proud of their tall, distinctive designs, each vying for attention. The twisting freeways, a sun-drenched, soft light, breezy, and verdant flowery day in Cali,

No one said you must be on Hollywood’s big screen or in a Houti touti gallery to be a star. She traveled many paths in her own right; Arleen has done them all. Si

mple and modest, but don’t get her wrong, Arleen exhibits the posture of a champion’s champion of art—a mean queen with careful and gentle control of brush and paint at work in her studio

Hoarders, women, years passed, they too, face the wind, rain and storms and fire without notice and or representation. Sacrifice in Art and profession, A new dawn breaks and a changing of tide sweeps new direction on every shore. Fight for their rights, unabated. In long roads traveled, the struggle for a foothold in civilization and rejection still casts shadows of exclusion. Weighed down under masculine constraint where negativity appears to bend but slowly bear some light, yet the fight of liberation continues.

A star in her own right, the pathway for women’s freedom no more a byword. Unnoticed and without representation sacrifice in the world of Art and countless areas of professions began. Their’s a fight continues. On long roads, the struggle for a foothold against rejection and exclusion remained. Although weighed down under the ugly masculine constraint of male domination, the long, drawn-out struggle, though negative, appears to bend and slowly bear some light, yet the fight continues.

Following the Fall 0f 1994, a silence and brushing of zinc amist the smell of talcum ink and tarlatan on a single hand, He with all mustered vigor spread and with spontainety, inch bt inch spread and moved his medium across the plate’s surface. Two or three repeated courses, over and over, repeatitions, a newness of images came. From this surface a richness of space and a faux form mocked the three dimensions of the human eye, only that the illusion is simply drawm on a flat plane. Moments turned into hours and hours that night, magic unveild a newness, It is as a masterpiece was born. He cautiond himself and inspected closely each square of the piece. He looked around at those witness’s, not with expression, but a certain falseness blew a slight disillusionment.