John Carrico
Her golden aura glows against a dark industrial factory scape. This vibrant painting by local artist Aiyana McGowan is the first thing you see when you enter: Our Lady, dark-skinned and dark-eyed in doo rag and overalls -- mop in one hand and bucket in the other -- oversees all coffee imbibification and food consumption as she hovers over a tool-wielding cherub in a red cup. She's a cross between Rosie the Riveter and the Virgin of Guadalupe, indeed, an auspicious apparition, a dreamy tattoo heroine on the great bicep of this Eastside locale, heralding the best weekend breakfast Cherrywood has to offer.
