So I walk to MOCA, here in LA, almost every weekend. Right up that bitchin' hill on
A clunky metaphor at best, but as an art fan it bears thinking about, the hierarchy of art and its relative greatness and influence.
A clunky metaphor at best, but as an art fan it bears thinking about, the hierarchy of art and its relative greatness and influence.It’s hits, its pioneers, and how it all fits together. I write this as a call to artists and art fans, to those who talk and discuss art the way music fans talk about music and the way film people talk about film. I’m such a sucker for the presence of artworks, its difficult for me to find serious fault in either show. The Guerilla Girls have a legitimate gripe about the BCAM, though Cindy Sherman’s single giant room presence is a highlight among highlights. The MOCA show is more ‘with-it’ by comparison, and ideally younger artists should probably find more fault with the BCAM’s established pantheon. It is their piss and vinegar that hydrates the fertile soil of the art to come.