I am sick at heart reading about the fire that destroyed Duquette's celestial angels.
A lifetime labor of love created for the 200th birthday of Los Angeles, they were exiled to our northern neighbor when the gauche, gross powers-that-be in Los Angeles spurned the glorious gift through lack of interest, lack of vision, and sheer ignorance.
Their shimmering fantasy brought tears to my eyes when they were displayed at Exposition Park several years ago. Now they are gone.
Now the true taste of Los Angeles can be expressed in some hideous hodgepodge to be erected over the freeway.
Well, Los Angeles, you're right: An artist who exhibited at the Louvre in Paris does not belong in Los Angeles.