Copenhagen: Roofs Under the Snow - Kroyer, permanent exhibit, LACMA
I went to LACMA last week and when the exhibition we planned on visiting wasn’t fully operational at the time, we decided to go up to the mysterious third floor of the Ahmanson Building, which featured a weird Rodarte exhibition where unappealingly 70s looking dresses were allegedly inspired by medieval religious iconography (hmm…) but was mostly sponsored galleries of artwork donated from private collections.
There was a lot of ornately carved marble, sandstone and alabaster, great, big Victorian portraits of unfortunate looking British people, various Rodins, Degas, Gauguins and Monets, and on a wall, next to a doorway to a gallery was a tiny, tiny canvas called Copenhagen: Roofs Under the Snow by Peder Severin Krøyer. Continue reading
A pretty little video to send off 2011. (Pay no attention to the ad at the end.)
Too late for Christmas but…want!
Jerry considers confessing that he’s a hack while China thinks “Ooh, pretty.”
Work of Art ended Wednesday night, and despite all my complaints about how lackluster the season’s been, it rights its ship by rewarding the best technical artist in the finale who also put together the most cohesive show and I find I have nothing to say but that I’m glad it ended the way it did. Continue reading
I love both Swoon and Olek, and after hearing them talk about their work, you’ll love them, too.
Thanks, PBS.org.
Kymia, Bob and Barbara...crazy, kindred spirits
Post mortem at the Dillon where people are sad but not really that Sarah K got eliminated. Lola inexplicably decides to baby-talk and Dusty mopes about how it could have been him, but he clearly didn’t really look at the crap Sarah K put up. Meanwhile, Young takes this opportunity to remind us what a narcissistic idiot he is when they recap that he and Sara J won $30K because she sold a bunch of street portraits while he painted smiley faces on men’s underwear and should have and would have been a bottom feeder with Sarah K but managed not only to escape elimination but is now up to $50K in prize money because assholes always rise to the top. Then Lola foreshadows that, despite being a charlatan who showed her tits to stay in the competition for one more challenge, she’d be devastated to make it this far and not make the finale. Wah, wah. Continue reading
This stuff is pretty amazing.
How we all felt watching this episode.
Post-mortem at the Dillon…and who really cares. Really. I don’t know if it’s because this cast hasn’t been as interesting, or talented, as last season, or if the long delay killed the series momentum, or if, as I suspect, season 1 really was All Miles, All the Time but this season has been wheezing on fumes since pretty much the second episode and each one gets exponentially less engaging. I blame booting the few charismatic artists early in favor of keeping a charlatan like Lola. (Could have and should have gone instead of Leon!) Continue reading
