While painting this some guy that was sleeping under a bridge that was to the left of me came out, looked at what I was doing and just laughed and mumbled his way back to the shadows. Later when I was cleaning up he came back out, gave a look and belted out a hearty laugh. Very amusing.
Since living in L.A. it has become clear, this must be the capital of laundromats. Most are in more modern locations but you still see ones that have been there since the 50's. I'm pondering doing a series of paintings of them. Meanwhile I did this little concept.