The front door of Arthur Lewis’ Los Angeles home opens to a room organized like an exhibition space. The marks of domesticity — dining room table, mantel, fireplace, throw pillows — are present, but engulfed by art. Paintings and sculptures grab all the attention, and maybe the intention, of the space.
The front door of Arthur Lewis’ Los Angeles home opens to a room organized like an exhibition space. The marks of domesticity — dining room table, mantel, fireplace, throw pillows — are present, but engulfed by art. Paintings and sculptures grab all the attention, and maybe the intention, of the space.
