Reflections on David Hockney’s Influence in Los Angeles

In the mid-1990s, Los Angeles was awash with David Hockney posters. One day, I found my first Hockney print by chance, leaning against a humble Volkswagen Rabbit in a West Hollywood carport. The print was damaged and the frame bent. When asked for the price, the garage sale seller urged me to ‘name your price.’

At that time, Hockney art was everywhere. You could find his posters at malls, framing stores, and even at clearance sales in places like Michaels. Hockney wasn’t necessarily the greatest artist from Los Angeles, but he was unmistakably popular. His passing spurred discussions about his unique lasting impact. The New York Times highlighted how Hockney enabled Los Angeles to see itself. To me, he showcased the Los Angeles many aspired to experience.

His work featured iconic scenes: Mulholland Drive, Pearblossom Highway, and tropical pools. Hockney supported mass production art, suggesting people liked having them to display on their walls. His art captured an alluring vision of L.A., distinct from the mid-1990s reality of economic downturns, crime, and natural disasters.

I drew inspiration from Hockney amidst personal struggles.

In my dimly lit, small apartment, Hockney’s art offered hope. A chance encounter with a neighbor, a well-dressed man involved with the fashion industry, introduced me to Hockney’s work. He valued Hockney, noting his openness about his sexuality artistically, which resonated during the AIDS crisis.

When I found a Hockney print at a garage sale, I saw a pathway to connect with my neighbor. My apartment became adorned with Hockney’s vibrant depictions of L.A., fostering a three-minute visit from my neighbor—the first person to step inside my home besides me.

A Changing Vision of L.A.

Over time, Hockney’s depiction of L.A. seemed limited and idealized. While those prints are less common today, I still appreciate his influence. Through Hockney, I found a way to view Los Angeles and myself with fresh eyes.

Although I never attained a Hollywood Hills mansion, I have a small suburban pool. When sunlight dances on its water, it continues to inspire dreams of endless possibilities.