When I learned that the fallen, clay bricks were an unintended failure of the sculpture, I was less enchanted by it. Given its proximity to other natural materials (sliced stones signified as both painting and sculpture, both with a clear register of time in terms of nature (cf. decay and fossil evidence) and culture (Lewitt and Smithson spring to mind), I wondered how t could not be so that these bricks were not a wonderful of entropy. Perhaps they were for reasons unable to disclose... Whatever the confusion, the interplay of materials and forms between reflection and absorption and then composition were enough to enjoy for a moment.
dayoutlast is a record of my direct engagement with mostly contemporary art, mostly Los Angelean.
As this blog has evolved since its 2010 inception, so has my perspective. What I once perceived as central within the investigation was what was central, literally, within the photographic frame that I shared here. While still an important consideration, such thinking has also given way to more peripheral considerations, ones also accompanied occasionally by text (written manifestation of thought) and the oscillations between them. What's missing here are larger unknowns surrounding issues of presentation and representation; the amount of time and space it actually takes to accomplish such first-hand observations; and the quandaries between documentation and interpretation.
Despite my attempt to communicate here with image and text what is essential in some respect about the artwork, neither representation should ever be considered a substitution for the primary viewing experience. Of course, occasionally there are exceptions.
Most of the time, these posts are merely remnants---residual fragments---from my last day out.