Los Angeles, Jean Baudrillard once wrote, “is in love with its limitless horizontality, as New York may be with its verticality.” Perhaps a requisite for a dalliance with horizontality is a sense of slowness, an abiding attendance to the plane. This notion seems central to LA-based painter Hilary Pecis’s “Come Along With Me,” her second solo show here, which invites the viewer into lusciously personal environs. Although figures don’t figure heavily, the fourteen acrylic paintings are quietly flamboyant with humanity. The viewer bears witness to Pecis’s life indirectly, via bits of accrued evidence