Be it sprawl, its boring architecture, constant light, or scorching climate, L.A. plays a lead role in hosting experimental spaces beyond the white-cube model.
There are so many DIY concepts, from swimming pools to the Los Angeles River that serve as models of the L.A. art scene.
From as far as I can remember seeing the Hockney exhibit at the opening of MOCA when Frank Geary designed the building, the influx of diversity plays a role in what is shown and no place was that as evident as the view I got last night from the Corey Helford Gallery in DTLA (https://coreyhelfordgallery.com/)
In my opinion, there’s a lot of bad art out there. Seeing anime as Art with an emphasis on little girl’s faces with saucer eyes is uninteresting. Leave it for the comic books.
An acquaintance recently remarked that I don’t like modern Art. Not true. I appreciate the classics and respect that someone has learned the rules and breaks them intentionally to form something innovative. I don’t happen to like someone skirting off the tails of others when they don’t 'think' about what they’re doing. I call that a fraud.
I believe that if someone turns on a button and a computer generates an image, the result is not what I call Art, I call that Unimaginative.
The influx of moneyed and blue-chip galleries over the last decade has the city competing with top art hubs like New York, Berlin, and London, which I find interesting.
One artist in particular caught my attention, and stimulated my senses, Okuda San Miguel from Spain.
His work is intelligent and this is how the Gallery classifies it. “Okuda’s work aims to raise contradictions about existentialism, the universe, the infinite, the meaning of life, and the false freedom of capitalism. They help ignite conversations about the clear conflict between modernity and our roots.”
I fell into a space where my eyes could linger for hours. It reminded me of a pareidolia.
I’ll share that piece with you here and leave you with a tune that has nothing to do with Art but reflects my eclectic taste in music.
By the way, I had to take that paragraph from the website because no one who represented the gallery could fully answer my questions; they only wanted to give me the price. A reflection of the dwindling of curiosity.
A shame. In my opinion, curiosity is where all imagination stems from.
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