I had this epiphany: what would a movie theater look like if it were designed, built and run by the people who actually make the movies?
Imagine a documentary in which the natural beauty of a film that might have been created for the National Geographic Channel is combined with the subversive anti-gravitational thrill of a carnival ride. Then fasten your seatbelt and enjoy ¡Vivan las Antipodas!.
"There I was, a teenager, hanging out with my pals the Ramones, Sex Pistols, Debbie Harry and Joan Jett on the Sunset Strip. Luckily, I had a camera hanging around my neck."
I wish more programs on the business of art would include more expanded ways of thinking in their offerings. Failure or success is never final.
The strangest thing about this post-apocalyptic obsession is that the post-apocalypses we see are almost always beautiful. It's an odd kind of wishful thinking. A clean slate is always romantic, after all.
For all the changes on Governors Island, it is the island's past that inspires a group of artists who work there in a light-filled former Army warehouse. The juxtaposition of frenetic city life and island serenity is particularly appealing.
The Getty exhibition "Gustav Klimt: The Magic of Line" puts a lie to the usual characterization, demonstrating how Klimt's work conveys complex emotions and even allegorical ideals.
Michael Alan often features his parents in both his music and live-art-installations. His other collaborators form an impressive list of musicians and visual artists alike.
The artist Polly Apfelbaum is not one to shy away from colors. She embraces them, all of them. In fact, the brighter and bolder they are, the better.
Laurie Lipton told me this yesterday. I first I saw Laurie at a London dinner party. She was lean, elfin; her narrow blue eyes cased people, sized them up the way my family did.
The opening party for the riveting Cindy Sherman retrospective at SFMOMA played out like a bit of Where's Waldo for the contemporary cadre. Amidst the elegant installation of photographs featuring Sherman, where was... Sherman?
As a merciless heat wave swept much of the rest of the country, confining many to air-conditioned interiors, Angelenos mingled with alacrity in the pleasant vernal air during Gallery For The People's poolside pop-up collection preview.
It used to be that the quality of art exhibits declined during the summer months. And while it's still true that the art business season tends to follow the school year, we're seeing solid exhibits all year.
While most art institutions have wound down for the summer, the Museum of Contemporary Art Detroit has been busy cranking things up. The companion exhibitions now on view are arguably the most timely and thought-provoking in recent memory.
The documentary by Julia Ivanova, Family Portrait in Black and White features a Ukrainian foster mother, Olga, and her brood of 27 foster kids. I caught up with Ivanova about her touching film and she shared her views on the film's imperfect heroine.
Western art can be pretty weird, but there's nothing quite as mind-bendingly bizarre as modern Asian art.
Classical music can be used to embrace stress and release it through breathing to achieve an in-the-present-moment frame of mind and reconnect positively and creatively with reality.
Economic development. Improving education. Community revitalization. Aren't those core functions of government? It's not about "loving the arts." It's about recognizing that the arts are fundamental to our society and require at least some basic level of support.
Kalup Linzy, 2012.15.07
George Heymont, 2012.15.07
Karen Atkinson, 2012.14.07