My photographer/artist boyfriend was so incensed by the ridiculousness of the multiple MOCA museums that he is physically incapable of blogging about it. I will have to humor him.
MOCA stands for Museum of Contemporary Art and poop (I added the poop part). The first branch of the MOCA that we went to was located in Beverly Hills. The outside of the museum was majestic, but the inside was basically one huge disappointment. Apparently, this branch of the museum was dedicated to architecture and design (a.k.a lots of living room and kitchen showrooms where different furniture companies try to sell you their stuff).
There was also a little brown building amidst the regal and humongoid architecture that was supposed to have the "real" art in it. We came to find out that it held one exhibit: some clay pots that were all cut in half and arranged in a silly pattern across the floor according to "boolean logic." Did those artists just make that up, or is that for real? And the atrocity of it all is that this specific exhibit is going to be on display for almost five months! No other artists will have the opportunity to put their good contemporary art on display so that some bozos can show off their mutilated pottery. awesome.
The downtown branch was slightly better, but not by much. It didn't help that it took us an hour to get there because driving in downtown L.A. is like driving in New York City: you just shouldn't do it. A few Jackson Pollock works were on display, so that was fun. Even though his work borders on being ridiculous, he really was a pioneer of his time, his work has a lot of detail and intricacies, and it's all aesthetically pleasing, so yay for him. However, almost all of the rest of the art was literally and/or figuratively pretentious junk (with a few interesting Dan Graham pieces interspersed throughout).
We finished off the day by walking around downtown a bit and taking some awesome pictures. Bad contemporary art is the bane of my existence.
