3xs

A quiet Friday afternoon I see Crosscurrents at the Getty for the third time, almost no one is there and I am free to see my reflection in all the polychrome/resin sculptures. Watch a triptych video of Southern California in its entirety


The Pompeii of tomorrow is the world

There isn't a bench there so I wonder if it is meant to be seen all the way through.

I remember at this point in visit number 2 there was this asshole who shushed a guard for asking him to get off his cell phone. He did a talk to the hand movement that was comical and infuriating at the same time. (People who talk on cell phones in galleries deserve to be hit, I think)

I rush through assemblage and stare at Blue Planet, lost there in a good way for a minute. I think about buying the postcard but the colors faded don't do the painting justice. So I sit there trying to imprint it on my brain, that is until an amazing sunset pushes it out of my head.

Crosscurrents closes on February 5th,

Bus blog- Somethin' fierce

I was waiting at the corner for the bus, sipping on some tea for my throat that I got at the Starbucks on Westwood, not to be confused with the Starbucks on Weyburn and mistakenly made eye contact with this guy in a black windbreaker with the hood pulled tight around his head making a very small oval face hole. He was very excitable and noticed me sipping on what he thought was coffee. He walks straight up to me and in a confrontational voice asks me if I like cappuccino.

Taken aback I said, no, not really.

Well he says, I happen to have a picture of the best cappuccino I have ever had.

(I am always puzzled that crazy people have smart phones, I don't know why)

And he shows it to me. It is a cappuccino with a leaf design in the foam.

I am not sure if that was in Rome or Verona. I think Verona, I can tell by the stuff on the table, but it could be Rome, but I think Verona.  Have you ever been?


I say no.


Well, if we were better friends and we liked each other I would take you.


I say, Thank you? 


Now, If I could only find a sane man to offer me the same thing I would be happy.

Those crazies, they love me something fierce.

Wolves

Being in Minnesota was harder and different for me this year. I think mainly because I have distanced myself so far from the life I had there. Lonely, inactive and cyclical. I thought about what I would write about how I feel about that place, the small town, the people, the happiness in being comfortable.

That the town that I come from has one of the biggest U.S. environmental offenders there, or did. I can see it from my house.
That when we were in middle school and high school if you were especially delinquent, they would send you to school on the Res.

But then I saw Young Adult while I was home and when it was over I turned to my one friend that I have left there and said "I was going to write about this place in my blog when I got back, about what it is like here, but you know what I am kind of a brat"

So I leave you with, and my time in Minnesota with, the song that makes me homesick for it.

beautiful women or pictures of the floating world

I couldn't have gone to the mini-apple (they don't call it that anymore) without spending some time at a museum. Usually it is the Walker, since I usually lean so very contemporary, but I decided after 10 years that I should stop being so m.i.a. toward the M.I.A. Plus they had a fantastic exhibit of Edo prints and I wanted to stare into their oceans because I was feeling so homesick.

Stop 1: Bon Jour Japon
The influences the Edo prints had on 19th century France. Which I had never really thought of before and was brilliant curatorialship if I do say so myself.
This piece Je t'aime

Stop 2: Edo-pop
I actually think that I went through this exhibit wrong. I should have gone clockwise instead of counter, but I was loured in by squeaking, music and a flashing screen, an example of how the Edo period is influencing Japanese artists today. A dreamlike cerebral anime short film of technology versus nature, beautiful womens faces superimposed on vegas like skyscrapers, flowers, trees and bug erasing them away, the buildings winning, then nature winning, but not until you learned that first nature won over the humans, beautiful severed woman heads hanging from trees like apples.

Kabuki gangsters cornrowing their hair wearing Los Angeles Ronin jerseys.

As I went more counter a whole wall dedicated to Hokusai and his Great Wave.

I am always amazed by this, the great wave and all the others, the tiny details, the skill of these artists who did these things all without technology. No laser cutters, mixing colors out of pigments and plants, the hours it must have taken. I was puzzled by the ability to make the materials so dense, one print had a kimono with a black, almost transparent overlay and I wondered how someone could make that possible.

How these little details, a look that lingers from eyes of beautiful women, who fully clothed, except that  one naked shoulder was so very erotic.

Unfortunately for you this show is now over and I don't think it travels. (someone correct me if I am wrong)

One thing that I forgot about the Minneapolis Institute Arts as that it's Asian art galleries are so very immense and impressive. I haven't seen anything like it in L.A.

technically a difficulty

sorry I haven't written, I needed to deal with that pesky four chambered thing.

L.A.nniversary

6 years ago today, I packed all of my portable belongings and carried them on a plane and moved here.

Journey through monochromia

In winter everything is a hue of greige. Gray skies, tan buildings, strip malls and Targets, gray intersecting highways, tan and white and gray houses that have beige interiors who have people in them who wear beige, gray or black. When the snow is on the ground it is a beautiful white, but if not the grass is a yellow-brown with weeds and cattails reaching up to the sky that are also yellow brown. The sun sits in a gray sky and the sun that shines is lighter gray. The food is beige, potatoes and meat and cream of fill in the blank soup. We cover our vegetables with zesty creams or creamy soups.Deep fried pickles, green beans, broccoli to turn color into beige. And the trees are black and climb their naked fingers to the sky and the leaves that might still be stuck to the branches are that same yellow brown. It makes you long for color.

while i am busy writing and adjusting

It feels like I have been gone forever. I have a lot of thoughts swimming in my little head and while I am sorting them out in a coherent way I thought maybe you might enjoy this. May have something to do with a new years resolution or it may just be something beautiful to look at today.