Living in Los Angeles as an active member of the art scene involves making many choices on a weekly or even nightly basis. In other cities, where art spaces are packed tightly together in close proximity, it’s usually possible to hop around to visit a number of events on a given night, using public transportation or grabbing an Uber, no big deal. Los Angeles, on the other hand, is not one city: it is many. It is unimaginably spread out, and the vast distances between the different art encl... [more]
Art loving Angelenos, in advance of the busy weekend ahead of you, ArtSlant L.A. correspondent Chelsea Rector has prepared a tweetable index for your perusal. Consider it a micro-guide to L.A. fairs and art events. Or, better still, for the armchair tweeter, a copy 'n' paste, one-click template for socially mediating your week's art travels. Because wouldn't you rather be buying some art, reading some zines, or partying in the mountains than staring at your cell phone?
By way of introduction, in 140 characters, #ArtLosAnge... [more]
The exhibitor list for this year’s LA Art Book Fair is very very long. So while I’d like to be able to say that this is a definitive top 10 list of booths to see, I can’t quite boast that. This is not a comprehensive list, rather, this is a highly subjective list, and as such, is skewed towards photography publications, publishers that I’m already familiar with (full disclosure: I’m married to an artist who has been featured in publications from Lodret Vandret and Conv... [more]
Art Weekend LA kicked off yesterday with the promise of a Los Angeles art calendar packed with attractions: from the dynamic program of museum exhibitions and gallery openings to the city’s growing number of art fairs. The latter set a quick pace from the outset and this January boasts a busy schedule, beginning with the LA Art Show and Photo LA, two of the city’s longest-running fairs, and closing with the comparatively new yet highly influential Art Los Angeles Contemporary. In ant... [more]
A funny image accompanied by a one-liner caption—it’s a form we know all too well. The internet meme is infinitely reproducible, mutable, and sharable: they're digital artifacts symptomatic of our current cut-and-paste culture.
But we’re not the first generation to cut and paste with wild abandon: in Europe in the 20s and 30s, photomontage became surreal art in the hands of practitioners like Hannah Höch, John Heartfield, and Raoul Hausmann; British artists took to collage from... [more]
By way of introduction, Cameron Crone's first solo-show at Jancar Jones, Reflow the Logic Board, is a testament to just how strange and surprising photography can get. The artist presents color photographs of to-scale beach towels, their terrycloth weaves intervened with kitty litter dripped-sand-castle-y patterns, all laid out on some mysterious concrete ground. Crone has also fabricated a series of urban-aqueduct-cum-skate-ramp sculptures, with terrazzo beveled curves and arcs. The work is very... [more]
What literature is to words and music is to sound, dance is to movement. Refined into a language—from the cosmic shimmy to the mash-potato, Viennese waltzing to a raver’s speaker humping, and of course, that formal staging from ballet to music videos we call simply Dance—we take movement and communicate joy or boredom, despair or titillation, or if good, all of the above.
Seeing the LA Dance Project last weekend at the Ace in Los Angeles, it was hard not to find the whole affair intensely beautiful. Stylized as hell, drawi... [more]
Have you ever fallen in love?
Her face is open, unselfconscious, laughing. Framed by wash of blonde hair, the light sheen of sweat settles on her skin and both eyes beam, full of trust and free of tension. Here is unalloyed happiness on the face of a full-grown woman, a joy one rarely sees in adults. Of course, she’s looking at her love, the man holding the camera.
As a love-story between this couple unfolds in scattered pictures, videos, and poems read aloud (each word a thud, but so c... [more]
A copper pyramid skeleton on a white square contains a mirrored firepit with a purple flame. The subtle elements of Kathryn Garcia's sculpture in the courtyard of the newly opened Harmony Murphy Gallery downtown uses subtle, elementary materials to craft a metaphysical gathering place, borrowing aesthetically from the basic materials of minimalism with a presence drawn from the ethereal end of conceptualism. Dave Hickey wrote in his beautiful essay "Detroit Dharma Diva" in a Michael Werner catalog... [more]
This is just for you.
If every outfit you owned were cut to your body, every shoe shaped just for your foot, all the doorways in the house adjusted perfectly for your height.
If in the fridge, your favorites things to eat filled the shelves, rare culinary delights and hearty comfort foods, prepared especial, ready to be placed directly into your mouth to let their deliciousness spread through your being and satisfy all possible hungers. You could never decide which was your favorite ice cream,... [more]
The long stretch of Santa Monica where I once-upon-a-time commuted from a humble craftsman with more roommates than there were rooms to a chi-chi boutique where the diamonds in my charge were given more room to breathe than my fellow tuna-canned bus passengers pressed together in mutually unsatisfactory intimacy. The mood, demeanor, and politics of any given day were, to an extent, influenced by the mode of transportation that morning: bus, bike, lurchy pre-owned vehicle about the same age as m... [more]
Los Angeles: No longer lonely (but maybe still a bit brutal)
LA Editor Andrew Berardini with the run down of September openings across town
The long languor of summer never truly fades in Los Angeles, but the heat simmers down just enough for the long sunsets to subside into cool nights, when prodigal travelers hurry home from sunstroked beaches and slaving artists vernissage across the city. Autumnal LA, though it certainly colors, hardly chills. Art exhibitions thickly dapple acr... [more]
The long languor of summer never truly fades in Los Angeles, but the heat simmers down just enough for the long sunsets to subside into cool nights, when prodigal travelers hurry home from sunstroked beaches and slaving artists vernissage across the city. Autumnal LA, though it certainly colors, hardly chills. Art exhibitions thickly dapple across this considerable town: Giuseppe Penone at Gagosian and Sam Falls at Hannah Hoffman on the 5th. On the 6th, Culver City unbolts with Ryan Mosley and Edgar Arcenaux at Susanne Vielmetter, Fay Ra... [more]
In a Marsden Hartley painting beats the dark heart of the twentieth century. The thin slice of globe-trotting work from 1913-1915 presaged some of the most ecstatic and iconic tropes to come.
In a Marsden Hartley painting is the synthetic seed of Pollock’s urgency and John’s cool, detached symbology. Both men seemed to filch from Hartley’s rainbow palette, alternately whipped into creamy pastels or shot through with matte, inky blacks.
The brief period straddling the outbreak of World Wa... [more]
The Myth of Solid Ground by Chelsea Rector Sarah Conaway, Kim Fisher, Pearl C. Hsiung, Shana Lutker, Florian Morlat, Jon Pestoni, Mungo Thomson, Mary Weatherford at The Pit: Exhibitions & Editions
July 13th, 2014 - August 24th, 2014
Right now, my favorite London-based fashion blogger, Susie Bubble, is on holiday in Santa Monica. “Is it Blackpool? Great Yarmouth? No it's Santa Monica,” she writes.
Right now, my best friend’s plane takes off from Burbank’s Bob Hope Airport en route to Poland by way of Israel.
Right now, Lana Del Rey’s “Summertime Sadness” repeats in my ear buds.
Right now, I’m writing from a balcony overlooking a rocky jetty in the Pacific Ocean where on July... [more]
Art is what makes life more interesting than art.
Sometime last fall, in a moment beyond reason, I took a two-hour bus ride to pick up a pair of $89 shoes that were then on sale for $14.99 at a Zara near the Santa Monica Pier. The bus ride was my penance for the deal, an enactment of the masochistic conflation of time with money. I read Chris Kraus' Where Art Belongs on the 704 as it lurched the long stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard, jotting crooked notes along the... [more]