Go on Safari in Century City

How Wildlife Statues Came to Dot a Concrete Jungle in Los Angeles

When I was studying painting at UCLA in the late 1960s, I had to take at least one sculpture class to earn my bachelor of fine arts. Not knowing much about sculpture, I decided to make a “rocking horse,” a figure that had movement and utility and that I could sit on without my feet touching the ground. It could be like a piece of furniture.

L.A. at that time was full of construction sites strewn with leftover 2-by-4s and other scrap wood with no other destiny than to become firewood. …

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In Glimpses, Zócalo presents a series of images that explore connections and community–or simply delight the eye.

San Xavier del Bac, a two-century-old mission that rises like a white dove from …