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.

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Saturday, January 7, 2017

Kim Fisher "A Little Bit of But" @ LA >< ART


Abutment. Painting in a corner like the crease in the center of a book (or magazine). 


This photo appears courtesy of www.laxart.org Visit here for more images

Dark, empty holes. Motherwell rhythm... Bontecou void. And altarpiece... 




Shape, space, surface. What lies below, just beneath? Beauty or...? Language. Word play.  Image/Text.  Or, another conjunction which opts for an alter altar rather than another other. An other, what a but offers (with one T). 



A butt (with two Ts) offers body intersections, leg extensions, nexus. A butt conjoins the body.  A little bit of butt would also be like a little bit of funk (a whiff of beauty’s other.) Or perhaps a nickel bag of funk (blooming buds) just because it rhymes. 
Rough around the edges yet intact. Yet, yet another conjunction. 


The way things hang, curtains (or paintings in a room). A sly and considerate move to clarify the space while contextualizing other works in the show and the assertion of spatial consideration, positive and negative. 


The way things hang together, groupings of artworks. Cf. Morgan Fisher, no relation, but... He too used painting to consider architecture and vice versa. He too questioned the surface integrity of things (he the floor, she the wall); the paper thin surface. Interesting how the "curtains" are thinner than the aluminum panels that are mounted on the dyed linens. And yet diaphanous thoughts...Paintings that approach edges and transitions, emergence, becoming other things (sculptural/architectural elements, immersive installations, ephemera)...

Torn about the edges. As in uncertain, undecided… (a promise of things to come). 
Searching for an image through fragments and images. Run-ons...
Periods and ellipses... (lips that is).
And yet an other yes, but(t).
Between two things...

Friday, July 8, 2016

Joshua Aster "So I Went to a Place" @ LA >< ART














So many interesting paintings to look at in this show, it was an overwhelming reminder of the infinitude of  abstract painting (certainly a strand of its history), which is to say one marked more by process than product.  To consider these works on formal terms alone would be to be lost for days in a labyrinth, one I'm assuming the artist knows well.  How it corresponds to the current proliferation and access of information and images seems clear, especially as certain works bend toward a more digital structure in the marks and the structure; certainly the installation reinforces this notion.

Because the paintings were not all available for intimate viewing (consider the ones in the upper rows, way out of reach), I began to think about the grouping as a whole installation rather than  discrete, individual parts, in which case I was left with more questions than answers, which might actually be a good thing, again a process, inquiry, and not so much a statement/argument here.  All of that side, such a gridded layout of works lends itself to the features of a printed page or possibly a film sequence (a series of evolving images), again because many paintings were inaccessible; there were a few I would have liked to have seen closer,  if only in a book or a slideshow, which seems also to suggest a reason to memorialize such a body of work.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Katie Grinnan " i dreamt i stole an elevator in a shopping mall" @ LA >< ART


Nocturnal Hologram, 2015
Sand, Friendly Plastic, inkjet prints on protoplast made from photograms of dream images
48 x 63 x 46 inches






Enter-Face, 2012-2015
Mixed media objects (made objects, assisted readymades and readymades) inspired by the artist's dreams, steel, spray paint, blankets from from scans and glitches of the artist's pants, car headrests mounted on steel with videos of loose reenactments artist's dreams)
Dimensions Varaible
Videos TRT: 2:53 minutes, 6:16 minutes, 7:35 minutes



















Run-on sentences, hyperspace, loop-to-loop, everything is everything... 

Nocturnal Hologram, the more contained of the two sculptures in the show, functions as model for how we can think about and move through the layers of the larger installation, Enter-Face, a sprawling, expanding cacophony of connectivity which absorbs the adjacent architecture by default not to mention the lights from the nearby Slanguage space (which was more of a distraction than a positive addition) and beyond. Or maybe I was just dreaming all of it? Life is messy, personally and socially.  I kept thinking about Sarah Sze and occasionally Jessica Stockholder as I wondered what the connective tissue really is, was, for this constellation of objects and artifacts. And then I began to think of other Grinnan works I had seen.

I enjoyed how these works seemed to recall, expand, and contract elements from Shipwreck, an earlier sculpture of Grinnan's that I viewed at the Armory Center for the Arts in January of 2012.  See here for images. Cut photographic elements and other readymades/assisted readymades commingled with natural elements in such a way as to move a viewer around, through, and visually against surfaces though essentially enclosed space.  In such orbits then, Enter-Face could be thought about as the other side of that coin, something blown apart, tenuous, and without boundaries. Now, with the element of time built into the work via video, it brings the work to another level of concern.

This latter consideration had me thinking about a chapter in Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe's Beauty and the  Contemporary Sublime titled "The Visible Post-Human in the Technological Sublime." In one passage, he discusses the displacement of dreams via film and cinema and how one can never see dreams in quite the same way after such technologies.  The cut and paste of film-editing can move us through space, at least intellectually/visually the same way that dreams often jump around and seem to often lack continuity.  So, technology, especially of a communication kind, can mirror our behaviors and self-perceptions, perceptions about our sense of being.  Whereas the cinematic experience via film is mostly one of passivity, the one of video/sculptural installation is not.  Not only does Enter-Face (a sly slip of interface) force interactivity at least at the level of peripatetic viewing (moving about), what sculpture always does, but also by the inclusion of video, it complicates how we understand the passage of time and its effects because it's qualities are not those of frame and flutter but rather continuity and infinitude.  Displacement continues to occur via cutting and also with the breaks between static, sculptural elements.  A viewing experience is leveled between one of a photographic history (that is to say pictorial concern via light and time) and tactile materials, mostly choreographed as readymades.

Such a leveling of materials, while expanding technological perceptions within us, suggests that Grinnan's sculptures are actually complicating an alternate sense of being that involves a perception of time and space displacement as much within a personal narrative and identification (one can't help but view the small gnome-like creature nestled in the bed, positioned at the very center, as some version of artist self) as well as one beyond, a generalized human body. So, coterminous with what might be thought of as a universal body is one of mind as extended layers of consciousness. On this last note, I may be going out on a limb a bit, certainly a thin branch. If the work allows me to think about these things with some level of interest and concern, then its value, to me, is self-evident.

Jibade-Khalil Huffman "What Can I Say About That Suit (That Hasn't Already Been Said About Afghanistan)" @ LA >< ART


Untitled, 2016
Three channel video, MDT
Duration variable












First Person Shooter, 2016
Single channel video, sound
TRT: 23 minutes