If you haven’t planned a trip to Southern California in the next six months, you may just may rush off to book your flights [and surprise me at my cash register with a comment or a question which is so hilarious only you could think of it], once you hear about Pacific Standard Time: Art in L.A 1945-1980, which opened across Southern California last weekend.
What’s Pacific Standard Time if it isn’t a time zone?
Pacific Standard Time is an unprecedented collaboration of more than sixty cultural institutions i.e museums, and art galleries including those at universities, across Southern California – from Santa Barbara, to greater Los Angeles, down to San Diego and across to Palm Springs – all celebrating the birth of art in Los Angeles after the Second World War, through exhibitions, performances, symposia, and lectures.
Christopher Knight, the L.A Times art critic wrote: “There’s never been anything like this display of “cultural archeology” before. Not just in L.A, but anywhere.”
Pacific Standard Time includes
- developments from pop to post-minimalism
- modernist architecture and design
- multi-media installations
- films of the African American L.A. Rebellion
- feminist activities of the Women’s building
- Chicano performance art
- Japanese American design
While most of the Museums will be showing the few famous contemporary artists of the time such as David Hockney, John Baldessari, and Ed Ruscha –
John Baldessari will be at eleven places, Ed Ruscha at ten, Judy Chicago at eight
many of the museums are giving solo shows to unknowns, for example, Oscar Castillo, who photographed L.A.’s Chicano community, will be at the Fowler Museum.
As of today, October 3rd 2011, thirty-six exhibitions have already opened. I wonder how many shows Mr F and I will get to in the six months? We’re going to start at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA)’s exhibition: California Design, 1930-1965: ‘Living in a Modern Way’ which Christopher Knight described thus:
Say “Midcentury Modern” and you’re saying L.A. design, as WW II technologies were put to peace-time use, often inflected by postwar optimism and fueled by the city’s phenomenal growth.
To answer your question, yes, our Museum is part of the show. In the main exhibition gallery which opened on October 1st and goes through February 5th, there are paintings, sculpture, ceramics, and large-scale polyester resin “Light and Space art” from many artists I’ve never heard of, but no doubt will get to know very well over the next few months. I love exhibitions where the artists wander through the galleries.
Our buyers have found some great 50’s and 60’s “stuff” for us to sell in our store: mugs, clocks, jewelry, tee-shirts, magnets. postcards, et al but the music’s my fave.
What a great trip down memory lane to stand behind my cash register listening to those old hits, particularly the one’s from the 1960’s, and what a refreshing change from the same old boring stuff we normally listen to day after day after day to hear The Beatles, Chubby Checker “Let’s twist again“, Diana Ross & The Supremes: “Stop in the Name of Love“, or Janis Joplin‘s Me and Bobby McGee
Busted flat in baton rouge, waiting for a train
And i’s feelin’ nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way in to new orleans.
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
An’ i’s playin’ soft while bobby sang the blues, yeah.
Windshield wipers slapping time, i was holding bobby’s hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free.
Yeah, an’ feeling good was easy, lord, bobby sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me, hmm mm,
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.
From the kentucky coal mines to the california sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done,
Said bobby baby, he kept me from the cold …
The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf who are one of the sponsors, have produced a special tea for the exhibition.
These resin table “sculptures” (on the right) are beautiful: the colored lines move in wavy lines when you move.
to end, The Mamas & The Papas singing “California Dreamin‘” at The Hollywood Palace