MOCA decaf.
On Thursdays, Moca Gallery, downtown is free.
And there is a reason for that my friend.
I have not seen so much bad art in one place in quite some time!
Oh my fucking god.
Sure, the art's great if you know the personal story of all the artists and have read all of their biographies and you somehow come to realize that this particular piece (an empty beer bottle) represents such and such and blah ba de blah....but that doesn't do much good for the other 99 out of 100 people who want to see something cool that doesn't need it's own fucking biography and five close friends of the artist to justify it.
Even the droll-faced Silverlake art people with faux-hawks and splintered hairdos were bored for chrissakes.
Well, maybe that doesn't count...they always look bored, even when Wasteland is having a sale or they're shooting a load onto a supermodel's forehead.
I love museums, so it was still fun, but jesus, what a waste of space and money.
Then, I went to Ace Gallery on Wilshire near La Brea. That place has had it goin' on for years. It kicks the shit out of Moca everytime, and probably with one-tenth the budget.
It's a gorgeous space, and they get the best artists in the world to show there occasionally.
One time I talked to Tim Hawkinson (great local artist--well known in the LA art scene) for a little while when he was working on a piece. That's the kind of cool shit that you can do at ACE.
Ace had this interesting piece, today, where....you walk into a room and you see a microphone positioned at about head-level, just sitting there, tempting you.
Slightly beyond that point is a realistic version of a man's head which had been potted as if it were a plant.
On the far, back wall, is a projected image of some hidden computer screen of the dialogue that is about to ensue between you and the potted head if you are unabashed enough to engage the silly thing in polite conversation.
You see, the microphone is connected to a voice - recognition program that tries to answer your question while you're busy looking around to see if anyone is watching you talking to this fake fucking head that blinks in a CREEPILY realistic manner every so often.
Ace Gallery is one of my favorite places. Check it out, yo.
Say hi to the potted head for me. He's not so bad once you get to know him.
5514 Wilshire. Park in the Hollywood Video parking lot. They give you an hour free with validation.
And there is a reason for that my friend.
I have not seen so much bad art in one place in quite some time!
Oh my fucking god.
Sure, the art's great if you know the personal story of all the artists and have read all of their biographies and you somehow come to realize that this particular piece (an empty beer bottle) represents such and such and blah ba de blah....but that doesn't do much good for the other 99 out of 100 people who want to see something cool that doesn't need it's own fucking biography and five close friends of the artist to justify it.
Even the droll-faced Silverlake art people with faux-hawks and splintered hairdos were bored for chrissakes.
Well, maybe that doesn't count...they always look bored, even when Wasteland is having a sale or they're shooting a load onto a supermodel's forehead.
I love museums, so it was still fun, but jesus, what a waste of space and money.
Then, I went to Ace Gallery on Wilshire near La Brea. That place has had it goin' on for years. It kicks the shit out of Moca everytime, and probably with one-tenth the budget.
It's a gorgeous space, and they get the best artists in the world to show there occasionally.
One time I talked to Tim Hawkinson (great local artist--well known in the LA art scene) for a little while when he was working on a piece. That's the kind of cool shit that you can do at ACE.
Ace had this interesting piece, today, where....you walk into a room and you see a microphone positioned at about head-level, just sitting there, tempting you.
Slightly beyond that point is a realistic version of a man's head which had been potted as if it were a plant.
On the far, back wall, is a projected image of some hidden computer screen of the dialogue that is about to ensue between you and the potted head if you are unabashed enough to engage the silly thing in polite conversation.
You see, the microphone is connected to a voice - recognition program that tries to answer your question while you're busy looking around to see if anyone is watching you talking to this fake fucking head that blinks in a CREEPILY realistic manner every so often.
Ace Gallery is one of my favorite places. Check it out, yo.
Say hi to the potted head for me. He's not so bad once you get to know him.
5514 Wilshire. Park in the Hollywood Video parking lot. They give you an hour free with validation.