MOCA and Mama
Walked up to MOCA Saturday afternoon and was delighted to find I had arrived on the occasion of the re-opening of the first two rooms of their stellar The Art of Our Time exhibition, curated by Helen Molesworth. I was absolutely blown away by the thoughtful groupings. In the main room on either side of the doorway is a collection of photographs of circus/carnies by Brassai and children doing as they do in the city by Levitt. The pairings continue—it is a room of couplings.
I was struck by the visual message of Pollock's painting having a stanchion and Krasner being left unprotected. It would have been so easy to extend the barrier. Instant declarations of economic and cultural value are made for the viewer by not doing so.
The views are stellar from every angle of the room: Miro, Ernst, Pollock, Krasner, Giacometti, others.
The first room is all earthtones and softness, but entering the second is an immediate jolt of black and white. Another stunning arrangement with beautiful looks from every vantage point.
I didn't notice any significant changes to the rest of the exhibition. Some of my favorite pieces are below, but I've left out a lot. It's the kind of exhibition that is easy to revisit many times, slow down in front of particular works and pause on newly discovered relationships between pieces in a gallery. It's not the standard, chronological exhibition, but rather a show about relationships. Stellar all around.
After my walk through I decided to hop on a Metro Bike and cruise home. It was a super hot day and the breeze of going down hill felt good. It was so fun, I just pedaled right by the turn onto my street and kept going. Biked around Little Tokyo and the Arts District. Popped into Mama to catch another look at Ren Hang's wonderfully subversive photographs before the show closed that day. Then slowly made my way back home. It was a great afternoon of walking, arting, and biking around my beloved #dtla.