…go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
Painting by Mary Heilmann "Blood on the Tracks" 2005
Today I mapped out about 4 different exhibits I wanted to get to, and they weren't necessarily that far from each other (Westwood, Hollywood, and Santa Monica); but we got going too late, and had to return to Pasadena too early to be able to fit in more than one of them, especially considering LA traffic (1 hour to get there; 1.5 hours to get back; how do people stand it out there?).
One of the art exhibits I really wanted to see while in LA, based on my pre-trip research, was the "Cut: Makings of Removal" exhibit at the Vincent Price Museum at East Los Angeles College.
It did not disappoint. In fact, I was quite blown away. All of the work is created with paper cut by the hand of the artist. The variety of work was delightfully surprising.
Painting by Helen Frankenthaler "Adriatic" 1968
Just a week after the East Austin Studio Tour ended (my last big art event for the year), we took another vacation out to LA to visit my husband's elderly parents.
On our first day there, we met up with my friend Patri, and proceeded to the Norton Simon Museum. Well, we did a kind of a whirlwind tour there. We had gone for the Marcel Duchamp Redux show, which was quite a tiny show.