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.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Fiona Connor "Color Census" @ 1301PE




Broadsheet featuring Anne Truitt in the News American, 1975, #2, 2017
silkscreen and pigment on coated aluminum foil
22.25 x 14.375 inches.




Broadsheet featuring Anne Truitt in the News American, 1975, #3, 2017
silkscreen and pigment on coated aluminum foil
23.25 x 14.5 inches.



 Color Census, 6211 Warner Drive, Los Angeles, 2016-2017
digital print on photo paper, painted color samples
29.5 x 22.25 inches (framed).





Color Census, 6112 Warner Drive, Los Angeles, 2016-2017
digital print on photo paper, painted color samples
29.5 x 22.25 inches (framed).




Color Census, 6247 Warner Drive, Los Angeles, 2016-2017
digital print on photo paper, painted color samples
29.5 x 22.25 inches (framed).





Here is a good example of how a grouping of artworks confuses the desire for simplicity in media nomenclature. They are works on paper, yet reading the press release, it seems like much more than that, a socio-architectural investigation that results in prints, but somehow they seem like residue or insufficient evidence (souvenirs) of where the art really happened, which was in the exchange, the boundary challenging experience between artist and homeowner at a threshold of domesticity, literally, a doorway between public and private worlds.  Therefore, the transgression of interior/exterior spaces was met with mixed results, as might be expected.

And this issue with naming the form is likely more for commerce than for the any intrinsic value of the work in and of itself. For, the work is interesting, literally, as it puts notions of being in a kind of liminal space not just of artist and homeowner, but also of viewer as each work functions more like a readymade, which is stay some object, talisman, or artifact that leads our thinking through a series of questions. and the process of questioning is probably its strongest point, what was left unsaid.

What I also think is worth considering is how this project, according to the title, solicits some kind of color inventory.  Because the work investigates homeowner, interior color choices (choices not uncontrollable givens), it suggests a focus not only of what's in the inside in relation to how things appear from the curb, but also how that functions in a very specific part of town. However, it's not clear the purpose of the latter. What exactly is at stake here representationally/symbolically?  If arbitrary, I am less interested. If intentional, I need to know more, and nothing of the work nor the press release intimates such intent.  The only thing I get here that indicates intent is a description about "portraits of homes" in a particular place.  Is there a deeper history to be understood by these homes or is it enough to be confused how a facade can also be considered a "portrait?" Oh, wait, I think I may have just answered my own question.

So, what I am left with our pithy phrases like "what's black and white and read all over" and "best not to judge a book by its cover" or " it's not what's on the outside, but what's on the inside."  In whatever version you align, I'd like to know more about what is the what.  Perhaps it's enough to contemplate what's not readily (and therefore abstractly) available up to and including history (personal, local, architectural, social, art) and its silent partner, time.

*I must also give credit where credit is due.  All of the images appear courtesy of 1301PE. For the first time in the history of this blog, I have not used my own images.  This is mostly a function of the works and their reproducibility in the gallery; I wanted better images than the ones that I took.

Jacob Kassay "Alarmer 2" @ team (bungalow)


Facade from the street.





Nearly impenetrable. Metal covers. 









New windows, of the most generic kind, held in tension across the house (a domestic space turned out gallery), the glazing partially revealed given an unfinished yet slightly transparent interior view dependent on position and light via time of day. 




Peeping Tom. Heightened sense, as a viewer, of doing something wrong. 



Cf. Reserve Ames. Control entire space and limit interior access. But this time, the interior is revealed as what it's expected to be. 






The way the glass covering is peeled allows easy viewer access, which is to say eye level. 


















A commercial space held at bay, which is to suggest inability to function, abandonment but it really... 




Rather, displaced in a gallery as home, a sense of playful, like a fort. 





Issues of accessibility and tension were in play here just as with the recent Kassay installation at Reserve Ames (see here).  What was unexpected about my viewing tour around the perimeter was my heightened sense of being in terms of daytime window-peeping and notions of trespassing.  I like how transitory spaces (contrived or not) can produce such issues surrounding boundaries and thresholds.  These were not spaces to be occupied.