While lost in people’s work on Cargo, we happened upon the work of Jane Lee, an artist who–like Dion Johnson–has an ability to melt colors. Her works are big, bright, drippy paintings that see colors crossing in and out of each other like sporadic crosshatches.
Who knew that a simple game could bridge the gap between Chinese and Jewish Americans? According to the Skirball Center’s latest exhibition, Project Mah Jongg, this strangely fascinating game was a hit among Jewish American women in the twenties (when it was first imported from China) and continues to be played with fervor all around the country.
Photography is a tricky artform. You’re not only balancing a subject but you’re balancing lighting and composition, not to mention it’s the most accesible art form since nearly every electronic device now has a camera on it. Damon Casarez‘s work caught our eyes because they have a certain something to them, a whimsy and wittiness. Dioramas, a project of his, really exemplifies this idea in his somewhat silly restagings of things he’s seen in life.
Made In L.A. is coming to the Hammer, Barnsdall Park, LAXART, and billboards around town on June 2 and will showcase sixty emerging, under-recognized Los Angeles artists–one of which will be voted to win a $100,000 prize. In order to help you make an educated vote this summer, we’re counting down to Made In L.A. by showcasing each artist participating in the biennial.
Ry Rocklen is a sculptor and object maker who makes all sorts of crazy things, from realistic human statues to ponchos for an unknown tribe of people to bedazzled tiled mattresses to melting folding chairs. Oh, he’s also a musician.
Rarely do I ever have the feeling first thing in the morning that I need or want to do some sort of hallucinatory drug. Actually, I would think anyone who wakes up and thinks that would have a few things very, very off with them. This morning, though, the thought crossed my mind as I dove into the work of Jennifer Sindon, a video collage artist whose works are like visual acid trips in and around the deconstruction and rebuilding of the body through hypercolor. Hold on to your asses, guys.