This post originally had a different title, but I started humming the song Los Angeles by LA's pioneering punk band X. One of the promises I made myself last spring prior to returning back to the states was to spend more than a couple of days in LA visiting with friends and family. In my case good intentions seldom match reality. It was a whirlwind trip.
|My friend Patrick told about the Art In The Streets exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles (MOCA-click here link to read the Museum's press release). He thought it was something I should see. I take Patrick's recommendations the way Moses listens to a burning bush.|
|Tools of the trade.|
|The exhibit was an eclectic sampling of fliers, posters, tagging, printing, painting, drawing, sculpture, installation, found object, performance, situational...|
|The consensus from other friends who had seen the show either loved or hated it. I conveyed to Patrick that street art is now over. This has always been a problem in art, even a Monet painting was at one time radical.|
|Patrick told me that Art In The Streets was scheduled to travel to the Brooklyn Museum but was nixed. It appears that the museum conveniently fell short on funding; never mind negative publicity or pressure from the city. To learn more read the NY Times article Brooklyn Museum Cancels Graffiti Show. (A little slant on the article's title.) I guess there won't be a renaissance of painting NYC subway trains.|
|Art In The Streets has been criticized for being tidy and contained. Attempting to reproduce the elements of the streets in a posh and controlled environment doesn't bode well with purists.|
|A Duane Hanson sculpture?|
|This could had easily been a flier for The Dicks or an MDC show. For punk rockers living during the 80's, Ronald Reagan was a godsend. The effect of Reagan's policies and persona on the punk community during the 80's is well documented in Bryan Turcotte & Chris Miller's book Fucked Up + Photocopied: Instant Art of the Punk Rock Movement and Steven Blush's film American Hardcore.|
|Old School Keith Haring. I like that several of my students here in Egypt own Keith Haring shirts. The kids might not be stoked about his private life.|
|Sorry the gift shop is closed.|
|70's television program Good Times comes to mind.|
|Patrick and the mailboxes (the name of his new band).|
|The positive qualities regarding the exhibit was a decent cross section and interpretations of street art.|
|Cholo lettering = downloadable fonts. Nothing is sacred!|
|I wondered how many visitors stopped at the dispensary down the street for a space muffin prior to entering this part of the show.|
|I once bought the zine Lost from my friend Julie. The publication was a collection of lost pets fliers; an actual Milk-Bone dog biscuit was attached to the cover.|
|Lowrider culture meets cholo swap meet t-shirt booth.|
|No photos were allowed of this Basquiat image.|
|No more Yogi.|
|Even the pigeons in LA have it rough. After the show Patrick and I headed up to his nephew's gallery in Chinatown- Charlie James Gallery. Charlie has been carving his niche in the LA art scene. Hanging out with Charlie is always an unpredictable adventure. The evening's itinerary included a stop at Jumbo's Clown Room and a Canadian Day improv performance at Upright Citizen's Brigade.|
Some of the works.
Coliseum jamming on opening night.
In addition to art, live music, an outdoor wrestling ring, beverages & snacks, there was a tattoo shop in the compound.
Ana and I did sneak up to Whittier one afternoon for rib fest 2011 at the de la Rosa compound.