Today is my brother’s birthday. He has a pretty good memory, if he meets you once he remembers your birthday and what sports teams you like. So I have to remember his birthday.
I went to Hollywood on Monday, just to get out of the house (it happens even when you live in an art gallery). There is this whole new thing, Hollywood and Highland. It is where the Oscars were this year, at the Kodak Theater. I took the red line subway and walked around the old cemented courtyard of the Chinese Theater and then walked around the whole neighborhood, hadn’t been there in a while. It was cool to just walk around aimlessly, with nothing to do. Except, I got hit up to buy drugs eight times. One guy showed me the rock of crack, another held out a little balloon of smack. Nice to know the local government pumped a billion dollars into this neighborhood and it is still a wretched slum. I get more peace on skid row.
The L.A. Times had an article about that atrocious Arte Povera show at MOCA, blaming the movement on a collapsed mid-1960′s Italian economy. How about on a bunch of out-of-touch ambivalent dullards.
Dave Naz is supposed to deliver his artwork and we install the show in Wednesday. Some Coagula writers made their deadline, but the regulars did not. The issue will be good regardless, some good stuff. there will be an article praising the Barnett Newman retrospective in Philadelphia and trashing the Gerhard Richter show in NYC. It is an eye-opener. Got a call from Bill Lasarow from Artscene. I will be writing some stuff for his next issue. Coordinated all of that. I am glued to this frickin’ desk.
Next door at Eye Five Gallery (there is no longer a hippie couple living there) there is a drawing show going on, four artists are drawing on the walls. It is looking really cool, it opens Saturday concurrent with the show at my gallery. The funny thing is how happy these artists are. I walk by and they look up and are smiling, really glowing. They are totally jazzed to be drawing on a huge scale, on a wall, there is something almost natural about it, primal. Speaking of graffiti, Worked on the JERK movie. We have five hours of footage, but primarily because the girl paints so damn slow. Trying to think of a celebrity who could possibly narrate the movie.
Desiree came and picked up a few paintings. It is always sad to take a show down. I paid her for what sold, except for a few pieces that have not been paid for. She seemed quite satisfied. If it isn’t common knowledge, I will tell it to you here, I aim to please.