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No Longer Lonely (but maybe still a bit brutal): September Openings Across Los Angeles
by Andrew Berardini

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 Ray at Samuel Freeman, and Katherine Bernhardt at China Art Objects. A few miles away off Santa Monica and Highland Dashiell Manley opens Redling Fine Arts and Doug Aitken does it again at Regen Projects, and just up Melrose Steven Baldi opens at Thomas Duncan. The same night at 6150 Wilshire, ACME celebrates its 20th anniversary whilst Matthew Ronay solos at Marc Foxx, Rirkrit Tiravanija collaborates with a redacted Superflex at 1301PE, and Ambach & Rice shows photos and objects from Deborah Hede, who quotes with image and word Jack Kerouac, who described Los Angeles: “the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.” LA can be hard to be sure, my city of trafficky solitude and secret gardens, harder when attempting to catch too much, to see all the things. But new knowledge teases and the flickering neons of Hollywood on the following Sunday with a curated show by Olivian Cha and Eli Diner at Overduin & Co and Tobias Madison at Freedman Fitzpatrick are too tempting, as is one of the final performances at Public Fiction for its Tragedy + Time series on the other side of the city in Highland Park.  

Rashid Johnson, The Long Dream, 2014, burned red oak flooring, black soap, wax, spray enamel, vinyl, steel, bamboo, shea butter, books, plants, mirrored planter, 133.87 x 140.25 x 12inches (340 x 356.2 x 30.5cm); Courtesy of David Kordansky Gallery, Los Angeles, CA Photography: Martin Parsek


The following weekend demands further travels and travails over a crisscrossing city, brutal in its distances but intimate once arrived. Certain events warp gravity in their own direction, and one such is the inauguration of a new space by a significant gallery, Rashid Johnson premieres David Kordansky’s newest space near Kayne Griffin Corcoran off La Brea. Designed by Kulapat Yantrasast, the building makes an experiment begun by art students in Chinatown a little over a decade ago into one of the most consequential homegrown galleries in the city. Back in Culver City, Rhys Ernst & Zackary Drucker continue their collaboration at Luis de Jesus, while in Chinatown Claire Nereim displays her newest otherworldly objects at Jancar Jones and in West Hollywood, Phil Chang shows a series of process-based monochrome photographs over at M+B. And while Kordansky’s bends the scene in a new direction, another big move for Young Art from a sweet space in Chinatown on Bamboo Lane to bigger digs in Hollywood shifts more energy away from the still experimental vivacity of C-town towards the more gallery-oriented but still energetic scene scattered around H’wood. 

Claire Nereim; Courtesy of the Artist and Jancar Jones Gallery, Los Angeles


And amidst all these are invitations from new and alt spaces that are probably cooler (or if not cooler, certainly more spirited) than all the above: Bathymetry at the new (or new to me) Del Vaz Projects that curiously includes a performance from a principal harpist in the Utah Symphony; the huge group show organized by Secret Recipe at 3 Days Awake on Saturday, the 6th, at 7pm, 4300 W Jefferson Blvd; or, most interesting to me out of the underground shows, the Aaron Wrinkle and Michael Decker collaboration at Chin’s Push on 4917 York Blvd at 5pm on Friday the 5th (I give the addresses, as many of these places don't always have websites to speak of). All these solos and group shows, performances and grand moves are even more than last season, and more than the season before that. Los Angeles’ summer languor seems to be growing less languorous, the city a little less spacious, and hopefully with each new citizen, and for us, each new artist and exhibition space, this town becomes a little less lonely, a little less brutal, and just maybe, a tiny bit more artful.  


Andrew Berardini


(Image on top: Deborah Hede; © Courtesy of the Artist and AMBACH & RICE)

Posted by Andrew Berardini on 9/4 | tags: fall previews 2014 Los Angeles independent art spaces Galleries los angeles fall previews

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Gavlak LA
1034 North Highland Avenue , Los Angeles, CA 90038
September 13, 2014 - October 18, 2014

Nothing is Set in Stone
by Christina Catherine Martinez

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 me. In Los Angeles, public transport can breed anomie; cars, Stockholm syndrome. On a bike, there is danger but also freedom, a sudden propinquity with the landscape that creates an immediate awareness akin to aliveness. 

When it comes to sloganeering, t-shirts and bumper stickers are par for the discourse. Sweaters and bicycles make themselves known. Flying by in her politically charged knitwear, Lisa Anne Auerbach looks—against all odds stacked up by the innocuous connotations of these "mediums"—pretty fucking radical. 

Installation view; Courtesy Gavlak Gallery


Lisa Anne Auerbach makes words into thingies. “As consciousness is harnessed to flesh,” in the words of Susan Sontag, so ideas are ostensibly latched to materials until they become not just indivisible, but invisible. Auerbach gently pries them apart with an elegance and acrobatics that go beyond some reductive interplay between form and content. 

Yarnspun compositions like #HASHINGITOUT (2014) is one of several ways homeless ideas get caught in her knitting machine, and silly plays on words become a manifest confrontation with the logorrhea slipping idly through our thumbs on a daily basis. Hashtags do not care to challenge their own disposability. This is why #phraseslikethis tend to appear only on (literally) disposable fashion. Auerbach's knits, whether pinned to the wall like a pious cross-stitch or fashioned into funny fitting outfits, live beyond fashion’s ken. 

Lisa Anne Auerbach, American Magazine #1, 2013. 24 page ink jet printed, custom staple bound, 60 x 30 in.; Courtesy Gavlak Gallery


The outsized copies of American Megazine, issues #1 and #2 (circulation: five), articulate an essence of form with a keenness and humor artists have been clamoring at since Charles Ray’s early '90s mannequin based sculpture. While the language is plain, the mere scale of issue #1 provides lodging for the ineffable anxiety the suburban monolith known as the Mega Church produces only in the most spectacularly failed evangelical hearts. 

Ideas in motion, words on bodies, reading material too unwieldy for a single pair of hands… in a conceptual double negative, Auerbach marries throwaway ideas with throwaway forms, adding uncanny gestures to lend these couplings an uncanny permanence.   


Christina Catherine Martinez


(Image on top: Lisa Anne Auerbach, #HASHINGITOUT, 2014, Knitted wool on linen, 63 x 80 inches; Courtesy Gavlak Gallery)

Posted by Christina Catherine Martinez on 9/23 | tags: mixed-media clothing art textile knitting

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