HILLSIDE FINE ART

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           Steve Harrison is relaxed, confident and hopeful, sitting at the desk of Claremont's newest art gallery, Hillside Fine Art. 
            
            “I’m pleased with the way the gallery looks," he says. "All of the artists are members of the California Art Club, full-time professional artists. That's what I wanted, a certain quality in the art.”  


            Hillside Fine Art features California representational art in the traditional style, scenes of classic and contemporary venues throughout the state.
            
            The gallery was born from Steve’s love of art, coming into full development after his recent retirement from 33 years of teaching.
           
            “I do miss the kids,” he says, about his previous career. “But I knew I wanted to do something after teaching, and I’ve always loved and collected art. Why not open a gallery?”
           
             The gallery's pastel green walls are covered with paintings of lovely California beaches, bays, estuaries, foliage and even some animals.


 Hillside's website http://hillsidefineart.com/  describes Claremont, California, as having a rich art history going back to the years right after World War II. Millard Sheets, Milford Zornes, Phil Dike, Harrison McIntosh and others put Claremont on the art map.
The gallery is located on historic Route 66 in the Old Schoolhouse complex at the corner of Indian Hill and Foothill Boulevard; 445 W Foothill Blvd, Suite 101, Claremont, CA.   91711          909 268 4526 
                                                     
  
            
            They’re on Facebook too; https://www.facebook.com/pages/Hillside-Fine-Art/1437031739885649?sk=timeline

            Comfortable chairs are placed in the gallery for relaxing and conversation. 
           
           “We wanted to create a place where people and artists can come in, sit down, and talk,” Steve says. 
            The corner gallery is across from the Claremont Dinner Theater and the main School House building, just north of Trader Joe’s market. Parking is convenient in the front or back lots. 





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Unknown said…
I've been to the gallery and had a chance to talk to some artists. As a native Californian , I am delighted to see views of familiar places or what I call imagined memories. It's a welcoming place.
August 14, 2014 at 7:49 AM
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