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“My Trip to New York” records a journey by photographer Judy Fiskin on which she saw no monuments or tourist attractions, only modest houses in ordinary neighborhoods. That’s hardly a surprise, for Fiskin has previously distinguished herself by focusing on California’s “dingbat” houses. In this new suite she sets forth Eastern dwellings as 2-inch-square black-and-white images, printed with black outlines in the center of large white rectangles. The houses are sculptural blocks that face the camera bravely, showing off decorative details of their balconies, porches, peaked roofs and brick patterns. Fiskin doesn’t anthropomorphize buildings or preach the glories of home and family, but she brings out personalities. Stalwart, solid, dumb and utterly graceless, each house is an individual. Even the duplexes are studies in unified separation.

Concurrently, a show of “Classic American Art” presents little gems by such artists as Hans Hofmann, Edward Steichen, Morris Graves and Arthur Dove. Though some works are tiny color sketches, there’s much to admire and a Georgia O’Keeffe to swoon over. Called “Pink and Green,” it pictures an endless road that meanders along the earth and into a weightless universe.

Also on view is a gaggle of bronzes by contemporary Los Angeles artists. Among them you’ll find abstract “Jaws” by Eileen Senner, a pierced heart-as-vessel by Jeff Price and derivative Surrealism by Eugene Jardin. (Newspace, 5241 Melrose Ave., to Jan. 3.)