Week 8, MOCA Latte, +Redcat & Chinatown
MOCA | Kippenberger:
One of two retrospectives featured at MOCA, the Kippenberger occupied the greater volume. There was a great variety of works being exhibited from a synthetic forest installation to a series of postcard size works, and everything in between. I gravitated to two, similarly themed pieces of mannequins standing in corners each having a “naughty habit” embedded in them that had caused them to be bad and forced to stand in the corner.
MOCA | Bourgeoise
The other retrospective that had a far greater impact and intimacy this day. The Bourgeoise retrospective was being touted as spanning nearly 100 years of art history since she was 97 years old and still a working artist. A bit of hyperbole, but an immense body of work that saw her vomiting and then commenting on various issues she had faced throughout her life in regards to men, her family and sexuality.
+Redcat:
Seemingly an afterthought for the Disney Concert hall, Redcat occupies a side stretch of space between the parking structure and the street – neither place you want to spend time loitering in looking at art, no matter how upscale. The locale seems like nothing more than afterbirth and comes across with as much appeal. I passed the exhibition area a number of times before I was able to identify my classmates sitting at several listening /viewing stations for an exhibit of a politically-motivated peace meant to draw attention to the inmates at Guantanamo Bay and their plight. It seemed unsuccessful as there wasn’t enough attention being drawn to the space.
Chinatown Gallery:
A lovely hole-in-the-wall place (literally, there were holes in the walls) located so far off the beaten track that we may have been the first one to beat it. On the ground floor were a series of pieces evoking native folk-art pieces produced by indigenous peoples but further modernized to attribute meaning and commentary to the interplay of high-art principles and low-art crafts. There were a number of “eye of God” yarn sculptures that were beyond the normal 2-d framework. Several planes of varying colors were interwoven to push the vernacular into the outer world and dialogue with itself.
On the upper floor there was a bathroom that I seriously had to wonder if it was meant to be a restroom or if it was some kind of participation installation since it had the distinct appearance of something out of the Saw movie franchise. Several pieces were interspersed on the upper level, each representing various contemporary movements ranging from abstract expressionism to post-modern transparency photography.


