Creative flair is everywhere in the City of Angels and Angles, and never has a city been more worthy of the saying, “Art is in the eye of the beholder.”
Wall murals, site-specific theatre, competing orchestras, random cows statues, otherworldly art installations, roaming, slow-motion mud characters, buskers, web series, TV series, above ground art walks, underground art exhibits, open mics, closed screenings, L.A., has it all – good, bad, memorable and forgettable.
And rarely can you get two people to agree what merits applause or a closing sign.
True, one person’s artistic pleasure is another’s pain, and even if you’re not into that kind of thing, you can understand the foolishness that comes with trying to get people to agree if something is good art or bad art or even art at all.
I generally try to stay out of art arguments because paint gets everywhere and in the end no one is ever fully right, especially, when it comes to big bucks museum acquisitions, where, perhaps, the more appropriate saying might be “Art is in the eye of the check holder.”
But I do have a thought about how art is named. Yes, named.
Which brings me to the giant rock currently floating outside at The Los Angeles County Museum of Art –LACMA.
Floating, as the hype around it purports that if you view “Levitated Mass” at just the right angle, you’ll believe it hovers in the air.
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