A couple lounges on the flower-dotted grass, gauging the prospects of eternal love against time’s gathering clouds. A woman in a yellow dress abandons her saddle shoes at a sock hop. Tennis players measure their strokes up against old-timey nets. A young Miles Davis cradles his horn on a stump, honing his chops in the great outdoors on the way to transforming a thousand smoke-filled clubs.
Honor Titus’s paintings, on display at Timothy Taylor gallery NYC until March 27, adroitly mine the grand bohemian tradition of freewheeling leisure. Titus, who grew up in Brooklyn and relocated to Los Angeles four years ago, is glad for the homecoming. “It’s amazing to come back and have something to share,” says the 31-year-old painter. “I’ve got so much history interwoven in these streets, and it could easily not be a feel-good story.”