This is the State flag and nothing more than that really. I thought at first that it might be a gesture of independence, but it’s not. It was raised on a couple of houses in the district we are staying.

It’s described as follows:

“Historic Bear Flag raised at Sonoma on June 14, 1846, by a group of American settlers in revolt against Mexican rule. The flag was designed by William Todd on a piece of new unbleached cotton. The star imitated the lone star of Texas. … The word, “California Republic” was placed beneath the star and bear.”

Still life with fire hydrant, lets call this a conceptual piece. In the Museum of Modern Art this would be displayed in a large white room with a brown line an arm’s length from it to signify you can’t touch it or go any nearer. Modern Art kept at arm’s length, perhaps a good idea sometimes. As it is it was on the roadside on the way to Larchmont.

In my next posting I’ll be talking a little more about the Museum of Modern Art which is over the road from the Broad. The Broad is a private museum of art featuring the collection of works owned by one couple: The Broads

Completely unjustified!

More to come!

 

 

A stroll away from where we are staying is an area with some pretty fancy houses, and I took a stroll that way just yesterday with the intention of finding my own favourites. Not many people do stroll around these parts. Most of these are the sort of places that have gardeners and automatic watering.

Whilst in Larchmont village, a bit of a misnomer really as it’s just a short area of a very long road that has some very pleasant shops and coffee places there, I was accosted by the other side of this society. As with everyone over here their manners seem to be excellent. Sitting on the floor near a road junction where I planned to take a photograph he spoke to me: ” Can I prevail upon you for a double cheeseburger and some fries sir, I am very hungry”. It’s a first time I’ve been begged at where the menu comes first. I’m sorry to say I did not respond like the local waiters around here with a ” Sure, I’ll be right with you Sir”, just a rather weak “Sorry”. Whilst I was there he wasted no more time with me and asked others nearby, with the same menu, I hasten to add.

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After the following junction, the houses. Traffic will stop at a sign like this and you can cross the road here with safety.

This is a smaller model than the norm around here,
but some that look like this are huge at the back.

I like the symmetry with this one, and the colour.
Helped by the Californian sky.

This is almost a face with the two eyes being the dormer windows.
It has an expression of lazy indifference, or perhaps I’ve been in the sun too long.

This is a biggie! The colour just would not work anywhere
but California. A Spanish type mansion.

This one is similar

This one has an English country cottage look to it, but on steroids.

My favourite is this one which looks like part of a luxury yacht, lovely lines and dramatic feel. Looked absolutely brilliant in the sunshine. Owners unlikely to worry about what’s on the menu.

My second job title when I first started working was : Typographer. I was hardly qualified in many respects and ‘winged it’ to get the position which was in a large advertising agency. In those days we did a character count and produced type mark ups for the typesetters to follow. I had no idea what I was doing until Norman came to the rescue. He’d been there for years and knew all the ins and outs. He could also see that I had no idea what I was doing. I learnt pretty quickly, thanks to Norman

A visit to the Broad Museum here in Los Angeles to see the wonderful exhibition of modern art there and the dreadful typography. Anyone knows that there’s no such word a tive and that separating a word in the middle is really quite unforgivable. These were some of the basics taught to me by Norman all those years ago.

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That aside the place was terrific, so lets not dwell on a completely unjustified error.
( Typographical joke there! )

We not only enjoyed some of the works, I suspect one is not supposed to enjoy some works. Some can and are meant to shock, others either inspire or deflate you. There was something for everyone here

I’ve never been the greatest fan of Jeff Koon’s work but in this place I found them exciting and interesting. We had a guide who gave us a talk on various pieces and she explained it all about the various pieces she had chosen to show us. Koon’s pieces are immaculatley crafted and made and look brilliant in this gallery setting. There are two separate pieces here, and two images of me taking the shot within the rabbit!

Joseph Beuys’ work, as well as Anselm Kiefer’s pieces, those are the  ones referred to in the terrible typography at the head of the page are not my own favourites.

My favourite from the whole show was a painting by Jean Michel Basquiat this is a detail from the work.

I enjoyed this piece too. A huge table and chairs bringing every visitor back to childhood. Apparently it weighed a ton! You could walk under it but were not allowed to touch, always to me a bit of a daft rule for sculpture which is in essence tactile.

In this shot you get a feel for the space of the place, and to the left is a third of a painting by Jenny Saville I’ve never seen her work for real before, only in magazines and newspapers. She’s one of the few British artists in the show we saw, but is surely one of the best. This massive work of this massive woman is both challenging and absolutely brilliantly executed.

Last but not least, I’m putting this image in there because to me it says a lot about art galleries. The painting? I’ve no idea who did it now but I’ll go back there and report back. The guy on the left is one of the many who keep an eye open for people approaching the artwork with less than favourable intentions. It’s obvious that the dress code for these people is black throughout, but as a gesture of independence some of them decorate themselves, one had very ‘painterly ‘ socks on and this chap had paid a lot of attention to his hair and colourful stuff on his identity tag.

So the guy on the left has the gesture of independence, as has the guy on the right.

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For those who could not find the typo trauma, then here it is:

 

 

 

 

 

 

As an aside from my Californian sojourn we are able to view the World Cup from here. I did this drawing for the last one, or it could even have been for the one before. No need to stray away from the telly here with “Piranha Ready Chewed Food”

I can tell it’s an older piece of work as it’s in colour!

As for myself, I’m being taken to a baseball match here tomorrow evening, I’m told it’s like rounders on speed. I’ll let you know.

 

We’ve been to LACMA. That is the shorthand for Los Angeles County Museum of Art. I like art galleries, great places to watch people as well as the exhibits, so this was well worth the trip. There’s loads to see and plenty of space to see it in. Without going into detail here are some of my faves from the day. All of these taken on my daughter’s iPhone lent to me for the day, as my own seems to have melted. We are hoping to return to take a little more of it in soon.

One of the great things about this place is the they let you take photographs of the works so I was able to wander around snapping at will. I was prevented by a tiny oriental lady from taking any of the Picasso works. She was very pleasant about it telling me they were from a private collection. ” Not to worry” I said ” It’s only Picasso”.

I was taken with this print which is from the German expressionists. Chaos in the streets, a brilliant piece with the merging and dynamic of the crowd moving with fear up to the right  and that brilliant use of space to create drama.

Lovely peaceful painting by Dufy

and another, this time by Pisarro

I found this appealing, but I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be. It’s a little like those songs where the melody is so strong you forget that the words are about pain and rejection. This may well be about pain and rejection or the mechanisation of the world, I just thought it was rather a pleasant piece of work. It’s by Leger, Ferdinand Leger. Great name Ferdinand!

Is this a painter called Marmite? You either love him or hate him. If you buy the substitute for marmite then you might not like it, but there’s no substitute for a Jackson Pollock. If you have the chance to see the real thing I think you might agree.

And there’s another great name. Is there not a phrase: ” You’ve made a right Jackson Pollock of that!” meaning that you have the wiring wrong somewhere? If not, there should be.

Andy Warhol apparently ate a lot of Campbell’s soup and with nothing else to inspire him he was told ” Well you eat a lot of soup Andy,so why not paint the tins” So he did, and a lot of them. Making silkscreen prints of many. Are these a celebration of the art of soup making or an icon of Modern America, or did he just like soup? Might be a mix of all three, a soup mix perhaps.

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Here’s my own icon from the day, a view just outside the building looking up into the Californian sky. Prints can be bought of this for not far short of a million dollars.

I’ll be writing more about art galleries in the coming days, not necessarily about the art, but also about the places.

 

 

I’m challenging myself to give you a description without a particularly relevant image, this image is of a small house in Carpenteria, and is meant as decoration to this piece rather than having any particular relevance as the blog is about an image I have in my head, not in digital format.

We went to Carpenteria’s Museum, in this small town on the coast just below Santa Barbara. It’s worth a visit.

As we entered the place, a long single storey building which was dark as we walked in. A delightful elderly lady welcomed us in and asked if we’d like to see the Museum, if so she would turn the lights on, which she kindly did. It’s not that she was working in the dark, just that she was lit a little by the doorway and some localised lighting.

Behind her I noticed a lady, of similar age I’d guess, in what might be called the back office. She was in profile to us, dark haired with a pair of glasses with wings. Her chin was in a set in a determined way, slightly jutting forward in concentration, her bottom lip slightly forward of her top. She was lit by two frosted glass bell jar type of lights from long leads going to the ceiling. The yellow light lit her and the top of her head, and in front of her was an old style computer screen which cast a very slightly blue light to the edge her noble profile. She sat quite still in rapt attention to her task. Behind her were racks and racks of shelves with what looked like ancient box files. Wooden shelves and dark files. The whole thing was framed by the doorway to her small office. This entire sepia scene, was just a few seconds as her colleague was busy explaining to us the delights of the Museum, and it would have been a little odd to keep looking over her shoulder.

It could have been a Norman Rockwell work. Here, in the background, was an elderly lady who when she was born probably wrote on a small chalkboard at school, and now she’s busy fathoming a computer.

It’s stayed with me, you’ll have to imagine it.