I'm going to have a hard time topping last weekend this summer in terms of its variety of activities and level of enjoyment, but doggoneit—I'm gonna try.
Sunday was one of those perfect L.A. days—bread oven hot, but with a breeze to cut the baking, crystal clear blue skies and a faded yellow sun to flatten the stucco and pavement flatteringly. I was delightedly absorbing Vitamin D in the downtown streets, padding between art shows with a couple of coincidental coworkers.
The Basquiat exhibit at MOCA was impressive and inspiring. The kid was smart. And talented. Now I have to watch the movie of his life since I'm too lazy to read his bio in the museum brochure after reading all his canvasses. Kidding. Really. I. Am.
Nearby was a cool exhibit by a low-brow artist named Margaret Kilgallen, who had quite the knack for folksy flair and retro typography wonderfulness. She tragically passed away at 33, but left a beautiful legacy in her work that you can see glimpses of here. She's also the cover story on the current issue of Giant Robot, which also has a book of her work for sale in their online store (see inset above). It seems that she was a remarkable artist, surfer and banjo player who translated her vision of Americana to stitched canvas and rough-hewn wood with quirky charm and somber grace.
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