LACMA

We spent most of our time in the LACMA dodging gallery security as they herded people out of the Ahmanson due to some swanky art shindig they were hosting.

With that being said, our experience of the galleries tended to be the 'how much art can one see in four minutes' approach. We split our time like this:

-2 seconds worth of The Treachery of Images
-1 minute and 25 seconds with Agnes Martin
- 59 seconds admiring Diebenkorn's Ocean Park Series No. 49
-1 minute and 34 seconds of being personally escorted out of the second floor by attendants

Once our four minutes with modern art was up, we decided to check out the strange Francis Alÿs collection Fabiola. A room filled with over 300 reproductions of the Saint takes the word repetition to a whole new level. Funny thing is that a good number of them are actually copies of the original reproductions due to Alÿs lending a portion of the collection to a gallery who then produced the copies in order to cover up the fact that they had somehow misplaced a whole load of em, thinking that Alÿs wouldn't notice. Francis, being the smart chap he is, wasn't fooled but ended up liking the copies just as much and held onto them.

Funky Fact as told by a helpful gallery attendant (they were far and few between at the LACMA): Fabiola is the patron Saint of difficult marriages, cuckolds and abuse victims.

There was also a large Warhol, Koons and Baldessari show on along with other usual American suspects (Johns, Rauschenberg etc.) After having small tidbits of Koons being fed to us throughout the trip, we were delighted to have finally stumbled across a decent collection of his work which also included some of his most recent paintings done last year.

We then had a dance in amongst Chris Burden's Urban Light while watching another security attendant yelling at a man who's umbrella was apparently too close to the lamps. For once, we were glad it wasn't us they were telling off...

- Agnes