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canyonwalkerLA County Museum of Art
Saturday, 16 Oct 2021. 1pm.
The first thing we did today— after sleeping in late after last night's late arrival and enjoying a leisurely breakfast at the hotel, that is— was visit the LA County Museum of Art (LACMA). As with many things in LA, there were at least 3 ways to get there from our hotel in Glendale... and all of them were 40 minutes with weekend traffic. I chose a route that took us down Wilshire Boulevard for the last mile before the museum. That's right, we cruised the Miracle Mile. There was nothing miraculous in sight, though; not even a set of white wall tires. (UPDATE: later, at lunch, we did see a woman dressing trashy who'd clearly spent a lot of money.)
LACMA is a contemporary art museum. There used to be another C in the name to designate that. I think they dropped it because it was too clunky. They may have changed their name but not the scope of their portfolio.
The thing is, contemporary art is generally not my thing. Why? Because... it's frankly tedious. What's so artistic about drawing a realistic picture of a pipe then scrawling, "This is not a pipe" underneath it? Yes, that classic by Rene Magritte is part of the collection at LACMCA.
The thing is, I like some of Magritte's stuff. Years ago I had a set of small prints hanging on the walls of m office. Just not this stuff.
Oh, but the ridiculous of contemporary art doesn't end there. One can do a lot worse than ironically title a drawing of a pipe and still call it art, if one is recognized as an artist.
How about a car crash?
How about overgrown paint swatches?
If you can get someone to pay $MONEY$ for it instead of charge you to haul it away to the junkyard, it's art!
Saturday, 16 Oct 2021. 1pm.
The first thing we did today— after sleeping in late after last night's late arrival and enjoying a leisurely breakfast at the hotel, that is— was visit the LA County Museum of Art (LACMA). As with many things in LA, there were at least 3 ways to get there from our hotel in Glendale... and all of them were 40 minutes with weekend traffic. I chose a route that took us down Wilshire Boulevard for the last mile before the museum. That's right, we cruised the Miracle Mile. There was nothing miraculous in sight, though; not even a set of white wall tires. (UPDATE: later, at lunch, we did see a woman dressing trashy who'd clearly spent a lot of money.)
LACMA is a contemporary art museum. There used to be another C in the name to designate that. I think they dropped it because it was too clunky. They may have changed their name but not the scope of their portfolio. The thing is, contemporary art is generally not my thing. Why? Because... it's frankly tedious. What's so artistic about drawing a realistic picture of a pipe then scrawling, "This is not a pipe" underneath it? Yes, that classic by Rene Magritte is part of the collection at LACMCA.
The thing is, I like some of Magritte's stuff. Years ago I had a set of small prints hanging on the walls of m office. Just not this stuff.
Oh, but the ridiculous of contemporary art doesn't end there. One can do a lot worse than ironically title a drawing of a pipe and still call it art, if one is recognized as an artist.
How about a car crash?
How about overgrown paint swatches?
If you can get someone to pay $MONEY$ for it instead of charge you to haul it away to the junkyard, it's art!
