Archive for February, 2008

February 15, 2008 Food

The Gizzard Lover

Man, oh man!  I love Slavko’s gizzards!  There is nothing like a perfectly pressure fried gizzard.  Today was our big hang day for at Angels Gate, so we got a pile of fried chicken and potatoes from Slavko’s to keep the fires burning.  We were breaking in a new intern today, so we also got the introduction to my eating habits off to a good start - she had to not only watch me eat, but also witness me trying to take arms length self portraits while making stupid faces.

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Art, Gallery, My Curatorial Work

I’m busily getting a show ready at Angels Gate, Too Busy For Love, and I’m Too Busy to Post about non-AGCC stuff, so I’m cross-posting these images, since I like them so much, especially the blue on red image with Matthew working on his knees.   Show opens Sunday at 2PM -I’m really, really happy with it.  Come on down.

Still too busy handling last minute details, but working with Matthew on Too Busy For Love has been a really energizing experience.  With every step taken towards the completion of the exhibition, it feels more and more right.  I see his work all the time in the studio, but I’ve never seen so much of it all at once.  It’s definitely giving me a new perspective and a deeper appreciation of the level of his craftsmanship.

Too Busy For Love - Matthew Installing

Above - Matthew untangling the coloured strings that come off of one of his larger pieces.  I just love the deliberate contrast of the red work on the blue wall.

Too Busy For Love - Matthew Installing 2

Above - Matthew placing an element of one of his pieces.  Red walls in a gallery are a no-no, and this is red work on a red wall, a double no-no.  And it works.  The whole room just glows because of all of that bright orangey-red paint.

Too Busy For Love opens Sunday at 2PM, but attendees of tomorrow’s play reading in Gallery A will get to see a bit of a sneak peek…

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February 14, 2008 Art, Gallery

You know the drill…

Friday, February 15

Endangered Species @ Santa Monica College’s Peter and Susan Barrett Art Gallery.  I’m pointing you in the direction of this group show as it contains the excellent work of Moira Hahn, a painter who’s work (Food Fight, detail, at top) I got the privilege to hang when I was a wee lad, and who I’ve been a fan of since, as well as that of Sarah Perry, who is one of my biggest art-heroes - she’s one of those people I want to be when I grow up.  Also in the show are: Sharon Belkin, Alia El-Bermani, Steve Clark, Ronn Davis, Daniel Duplessis, Laurie Hogin, Linda Kallan, Linda Lyke, Linda Lopez, Gwynn Murrill, Ofunne Obiamiwe, Robin Palanker, Norma Smallbone, Ed Tarvyd, Marian Winsryg, and Peter Zokosky. Reception is 6-8 PM.

Saturday, February 16

Swoon, Drown Your Boats @ New Image Art.  Despite my eternal pessimism towards the quality and meaningfulness of street art, there are a few players out there who are pushing the medium to new heights.  Swoon is one of those people, a New York-based wheatpaste artist who’s probably a better painter than most of your post-MFA conceptual paint smearers will ever hope to be. As far as I know this is her first solo gallery show in LA, so don’t miss it.  Flickr is already home to at least one gorgeous looking set of installation shots, by user RedRidingHood sheds skin.  Opening is 7-10 PM.

David Buckingham, Timothy Buckwalter & Greg Miller, Intervention @ Pharmaka.  That’s the art blogosphere’s Timothy Buckwalter, bringing his illustrative style to Southern California.  Opening is 6-9 PM.  This show is also on view during the Thursday (the 14th) Downtown Artwalk.

Marie Thiebeault, Keeping Things Whole @ Jancar Gallery.  Marie is a master painter who, through teaching at CSULB, has influenced and touched artists too numerous to mention.  Jancar is a wonderfully tiny space on Wilshire, way up in an office tower, that continues to highlight artists really in touch with their craft and practice.  Reception is 5-7 PM.

Yellow Wallpaper @ Angels Gate Cultural Center.  Work related self promotion here.  Our new play reading series continues - this time with Bryan Davidson’s adaptation of the Charlotte Perkins Gilman short story into a theatrical work. I saw last week’s reading and I was really impressed by the energy the actors brought to the stripped down format.  Directed by Larry Biederman.  Starts at 2 PM - $5 for members, $10 for non-members.

Sunday, February 17

Matthew Thomas - Too Busy For Love

Matthew Thomas, Too Busy For Love @ Angels Gate Cultural Center.  Deeper into self-promotion territory here - I’ll jabber more about this showw tomorrow, when we’ve finished hanging it.  I’ve curated a mini-retrospective of Matthew Thomas’ work, since he’s been too good at his hermitage and has created so much amazing work during his decade-long withdrawal from showing in commercial galleries.  When I say that Matthew is a master geometric abstractionist, I’m not kidding around - he’s an artist in full control of his craft.  It’s accompanied by an exhibition of his drawings and small works on paper - stuff that I encounter all the time, but that the public never gets to see.  Reception is 2-4 PM.

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February 13, 2008 Art, Museum

I’m avoiding BCAM until I feel like thinking about it, but I’ll take Coagula editor Mat Gleason’s recent post on BCAM as a semi-confirmation of my suppositions about the worst case scenario regarding the collection on display.  Knowing what I know about Broad’s collection, how New York/Blue Chip centric it is, I figure it’s a museum more for yesterday than for tomorrow. Fuck it, for me the tipping point is that I’m curatorially disappointed about the presence of way too much Koons in an LA museum.  If all that Koons means anything to me, its as the yellow writing in the snow by territory marker Eli Broad.  Anyways, here’s the meaty bit Gleason’s post (bold added for emphasis by me), but go read the whole thing.

The BCAM hardly seems to be here for Los Angeles. It features few local artists, and with its 1980s sensibilities, no contemporary artists. The BCAM exists for cultural tourists from abroad. It is a Disneyland-like attraction for European and Asian tourists. This museum gives them the chance to see the real America while simultaneously feeding the fine art urge that defines cultural tourism and the weak dollar it so loves. This is the real America of lip-service-liberalism, superficial philosophers, icons of fame and filth, big brash bold banalities and restrooms so clean you could eat your breakfast off their floors. If the security guards carried loaded pistols and the parking lot had traffic signals it would be the only place anyone ever needed to visit to comprehend the greatness, glory and ignorant grandeur of the United States of America.

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Art

Thanks for the reminder, Tyler. If you haven’t gotten off your ass and had your say on the issue, go forth and do it. When you don’t vote, when you don’t speak up, you don’t get to complain.

All you need to know, including who to E-mail or call and what time today is the cutoff (4PM LA time, 5PM Utah time) are in this earlier post on the issue.

At Top: Spiral Jetty: night shot, by Flickr user Mike Kamanski

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Art

Both C-Monster and Tyler Green are right. The LA Times Arts and Culture web page is cocked up. Hey Mr. Times, how hard would it be to make the page look better than it does right now? Currently it resembles little more than a Google search for your recent articles. Big fun there. If I want a Google search for your recent articles, I would have done one myself. It’s not like the arts are a visual thing, either… How hard would it be to throw a picture in that sidebar that right now is showing a very arts-relevant Chevy ad as I glare angrily at it? I’m not coming to your page for the Chevy ads, buddy. If all the Times did was drop in thumbnails next to each article like the entertainment page does it would be a 20% improvement, right away.

By the way, the Times has a short, but tightly written Christopher Knight article on the Micheal Asher show at the Santa Monica Museum of Art, if you can find it…

UPDATE/EDITOR’S NOTE/FURTHER THOUGHTS: Why is this important?  It’s important because the Los Angeles Times is the only newspaper of national and international importance covering the entire Los Angeles Metropolitan region.  If the paper truly wants to serve in that role, and I believe it does, it needs to prioritize (and expand) its arts coverage at a critical time when Los Angeles is widely perceived to be ascendant, both as a center for the exhibition of art, but also as a center for art education and art making.  In the United States, the arts are at a crossroads, with the New York oriented art press increasingly irrelevant and out of touch with a rapidly evolving art culture and the emergence and increasing relevancy of previously overlooked regional cultures and smaller cities.  I would argue that the US no longer has any city that can truly claim to be the nations “art capital” and that we are seeing a multi-polar art industry and culture begin to mature and come into its own, and as Los Angeles is a leading player in that dynamic, it’s time for the LA Times to start treating its arts coverage with the dignity and prominence that it really deserves.

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February 12, 2008 Food

I love Korean food, but I don’t understand it.  I didn’t eat any Korean food until I was an adult - I figured it was just BBQ, odd sushi and delicious, hot kimchi. Now I know different, though.  Recently I came to understand that there is a spiritual intersection between heavy drinking and pork belly that is a holy place, and disturbingly unknown.  But eating at The Prince, with in the company of several AGCC artists who know their way around Koreatown far, far better than I was another experience all together.

The inside of the prince is a disturbingly red leather, neo-edwardian nightmare.  The owners just bought it from the previous restaurant and didn’t change a thing, other than replacing the old menu with a Korean one, which takes on a Twilight Zone quality when consumed in the totally alien confines of the restaurant.  I should have taken pictures of the interior, but they wouldn’t have done it justice - you’ve got to experience it for yourself.  Given how dark it is inside, it was damn hard to get the photos I got without making the place look like a strobe light was going off - guess I’m finally developing a steadier hand for long exposure shots, which is good, since I’m stuck with the dilemma of wanting to eat in dark Korean places and also to take photos unobtrusively in them.

Two things not pictured below, which deserve to be mentioned.  First, no matter what you order, and for no other reason than to fuck with your mind, The Prince serves chips and salsa as an appetizer.  No one at the table, Korean or non-Korean could explain this, but it’s best just to accept it as it is.  Secondly, The Prince is known for its fried chicken, which is truly delicious and is the one dish that also surprisingly makes it possible to probably bring even the most picky or put-off by snails and other fun meats eater with you.  The chicken comes in two sizes, small and large.  The large is cheaper if your looking for volume, but the small is better in flavour.  You can see bits of chicken poking out of the corners of some of the photos.

Stir Fried Silkworm Larvae at The Prince

Above - Silkworm larvae.  I first heard of The Prince via this dish.  I missed out on going there recently, and everyone was talking about this.  I knew I had to have it.  Any time to check off another member of the animal or insect kingdom on my “creatures I’ve eaten” list is an opportunity I can’t miss.  It’s part of my dominion of the planet as a member of its dominant species.

This was pretty good, but apparently not as good as it would be in Korea, where they’re less stew-y and served hot and crunchy in a paper cup.  They had the great “burst in your mouth” action that often accompanies larvae and other insects, which was great, but they were pretty flavourless, and had a bit of a sawdust finish.

Blood Sausage, Liver & Tripe at The Prince

Above - blood sausage, liver and tripe.  I wasn’t into this.  I love blood sausage, and I like tripe (I’m still not a big eater of beef liver - it’s just never very interesting), but I though this dish was a little bland.  The blood sausage didn’t have the rich flavour I would look for in it, and was packed with so much rice that its texture was almost rubbery with gluten.  There was a dipping bowl with salt, but I didn’t think that added much to the dish.

Sea Snail Noodles at The Prince

Above - the highlight of the evening.  Sea snails with noodles.  This dish was perfect, mostly because of the combination of slightly spicy noodles and the green vegetable.  The sea snails were great, and were like little treasures in the dish.  The noodles were sort of like angel hair in texture, but soft.  Everybody seemed to like this, and I really got into it - I could eat this every night for a month before getting tired of it.

Seafood Pancake at The Prince

Above - The last thing that came to the table was this awesome seafood pancake.  full of lots of baby octopi, green onions and other mysterious delights, and accompanied by a sauce that kind of reminded me of takoyaki or sauce for some reason.  Fun to eat and altogether delicious, this is bar food at its best, the perfect thing to wash down with an OB.

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February 11, 2008 Burgers, Food

There just hasn’t been enough food porn on this site lately.  I’m sorry.  I just haven’t invested the time to either process the photos of what I’m eating, or to write about it.  I know, you dear reader, are sad.  I’m sad too - it’s winter and I’m still waiting to see if the Holy Grail of tomato plants overwinters, and then if it produces…  And I haven’t been eating enough barbecue lately… It’s a tragedy, I know…

The photo above demonstrates my “eating style.”  It’s not just enough to macerate and digest your food, you also have to intimidate, worship and drive it into submission, first.  That’s my Kingburger with egg, extra tomato, relish and onions at the Redondo Beach Fatburger, a place that is one of the happy bridges between my adolescence and my adulthood - many a happy meal has been eaten there, to the tune of jazz and blues from their often free jukebox.  It’s also an appropriate image to note the all too recent passing of Lovie Yancy, Fatburger founder and all around hamburger evangelist.  Although I sometimes wonder if my burger was as good as they were in the old days, and I’ve seen Fatburger prices get dangerously stratospheric, I keep retuning year after year.  RIP Lovie Yancy - your labors have brought so much culinary joy to so many.

At top: Threat, photo by Michele Hubacek, a poor soul who all too often has to witness my eating habits in awe and occasional shame.  This shame is best illustrated with this image, showing the disparity between what I eat and what she eats - That tiny, sad, pathetic thing on the left is her Baby Fat, which she only had a few bites of and finished later, and that open-jawed cardiac arrestor on the right is what I might call a snack - it barely survived long enough for the shutters on the cameras to do their magic.

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Art, Museum

From the AP: Cezanne, Degas, van Gogh and Monet stolen by three gunmen at the E.G. Buehrle Collection in Zurich.

Is one of the many, many downsides of an overheated art market and the over-valuation of works by dead art masters that you’ve got to up your museum security and defenses to deal with armed gunmen? The article notes this isn’t the first time this has happened in Zurich, either.

Note: While the AP values the theft at $163 million, CNN has it at $91 million.

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February 10, 2008 Art, History, Museum

If the Getty Research Institute gallery is the best small, academic space I know of, the Theater Gallery Berkeley Art Museum comes in a close second.  Maybe it’s just luck, but whenever I’m up in the Bay Area there seems to be something on display, in what is basically a hallway (midway down the hall, are the restrooms), that’s staggeringly good.  Last time I was there it was Yoko Ono’s GRAPEFRUIT. This time, a full print run of Francisco Goya’s Disasters of War (Los Desatres de la Guerra).

The Disasters of War series has come up a lot in conversation and in my reading lately.  This series, unpublished until decades after Goya’s death, is prescient of the miliary journalism and photography that has come to be our window into war since the American Civil War.   At the time the etchings were made, Goya was witness to Napoleon’s unsuccessful Peninsular Campaign, considered the first modern guerrilla conflict, a prototype of the asymmetric warfare that has come to define war in the post World War II era.  This series also illustrates a concept that is increasingly important in warfare, the concept of “war amongst the people.”  After experiencing the Total War doctrine of World War II, I believe that there will never again be fought a war that is defined by battlefield combat - the wars of today and tomorrow will be fought in bombed out business districts, suburban wastelands and the parking lots of Best Buys.

In addition to the obvious historical significance, there’s something honest and raw about the series, as if one of the world’s greatest writers was blogging from downtown Baghdad or Grozny, deeply, personally involved in the conflict he/she was witnessing.  Goya is an impassioned witness, these images pulse with the rage and disquiet of someone living under inhuman circumstances.

BAM has a no photos policy - so these are the best I could sneak of the 80+ images on display.  You can see the whole series on Wikimedia Commons, but the image quality is pretty low.  I’d also like to mention that two of my favourite and Southern California’s best contemporary painters have touched upon this series.  Sandow Birk’s 2007 series, The Depravities of War (CSULB UAM .pdf on the show), Ben Sakoguchi’s 2003-2004 series,  Disasters of War.

Francisco Goya - Wonderful Heroism! Against Dead Men! - Disasters of War - Berkeley Art Museum

Above - Wonderful Heroism! Against Dead Men! (Grande Hazana! Con Muertos) - Let’s get the severed head out of the way first.  I find this image, and many others in the selection to resonate with the religious energy I’d normally associate with portraits of martyred saints.  Goya elevates his subjects to mythological importance, these degraded men become symbols of all victims everywhere, and their unseen aggressors are reduced to petty children.  The whole series is Goya at his most powerful - dealing in eternal struggles with a Hobbesian sense of the animal nature of man’s instincts.

Francisco Goya - This Is Worse - Disasters of War - Berkeley Art Museum

Above - Barbarians! (Barbaros!) - Here are our unseen aggressors.  French troops, shooting a defenseless man, whom is tied to a tree.  Despite their swords, muskets and position of superiority, they seem pathetic and helpless. Their victim’s face is unseen, he could be live or dead for all we know.  Goya’s composition and position as observer infects this faceless figure with incredible dignity.

Francisco Goya - For Having a Knife - Disasters of War - Berkeley Art Museum

Above - For Having a Knife (Por una Navaja) - This piece has multiple layers of witness, both the milling crowd, the unseen persecutors and Goya himself.  The circumstances of this man’s “crime” are unknown, as a two century separated viewer, my thoughts wander - was he a regular, knife-owning guy caught up in a political war, a suspected agitator on whom a knife was planted, was he caught sneaking up on a French soldier in the dark, etc…?  We don’t know, and we shouldn’t - that uncertainty is what Goya is playing with, as much as the indignity of this man’s humiliating death.

Francisco Goya - He Deserved It - Disasters of War - Berkeley Art Museum

Above - Rabble (Populacho) - Chaos.  Goya’s late works show a deep understanding of the limits of rationality.  Living in the Enlightenment, he is rejecting the notions of progress that the elite of society believes in, here illustrated by the fury of the masses.  Again, this photo is filled with witnesses and unknowns.  The “rabble” here are witnesses become participants, and the man who’s corpse they are enthusiastically abusing is unknown and mysterious - he could be from any side in the conflict, or even a bystander in the wrong place at the wrong time.  I think that is the lesson of these images - that war is anything but predictable, that it effects everything in its path, that it spreads and breeds chaos, and that uncontrolled it demonstrates how quickly the triumph of centuries of civilization can be wiped away.

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