Establishment “Art” – Rock On

A Call For Boulder Art

Fred Flintstone would appreciate this.

Right next door to the La Brea Tar Pits (translation: The “The Tar” Tar Pits), the Los Angles County Museum of Art  has plunked down a 340 ton piece of granite, precariously straddling a trench designed so wandering pedestrians can experience of a sense of impending peril. It’s called, somewhat inaccurately, “Levitated Mass.”

Artist Michael Heizer states he had the idea in 1969. The idea seems to have been, “Hey, I’d like to move a big rock from somewhere to somewhere else.” Heady stuff they were smoking back then. Now 43 years and $10 million dollars later the vision has been realized, an homage, we are assured, to human engineering feats performed since prehistoric times-though I don’t think the Druids or Egyptians had access to cranes and semis.

I’m sure the piece is impressive to encounter, in a spectacle kind of way, a geologic variation of the sort of “World’s Biggest Ball of Yarn” offering that small towns dream up as tourist traps. It’s a colossal Found Object, an environmental Ready Made, a hunk of Earth Art dropped into midst of LA LA Land.

But what does “Levitated Mass” say about the artist who thought it up? What does it say about the culture that made it? The work maintains a stony silence.

At least in Bedrock, the artist would have been named Pablo Picrockso, or something.

Establishment “Art” : Oh No Yoko

Imagine Yoko Was An Artist…I Wonder If You Can

Yoko Ono originally gained notoriety as a member of the Fluxus art movement of the swinging 60’s. As part of the establishment’s on-going mission to remove concerns like technical prowess  and coherence from art, Fluxus was celebrated as a Dada do-over, yet another challenge to the stuffy idea that art involves the skillful creation of a tangible object.

In addition to promoting conceptual art, the Fluxus community was identified by founder George Maciunas as a radical leftwing movement, dedicated to spawning art communes modeled after the glorious collectivist farms of the Soviet Union. When attempted, these ventures predictably failed to thrive.

Yoko made a name for herself with pieces like Cut, a performance where she invited the audience to strip her naked by strategically snipping off her clothes. Once she caught the eye of activist Beatle John Lennon, Yoko was able to withdraw to a comfortable life of privilege, far removed from the strains involved in creating artworks like Apple (an apple placed on a box-when it rots away, it is replaced with another apple. Repeat indefinitely).

Yoko added her avante-garde vocal stylings to Lennon’s recordings, wailing like Woody Woodpecker hammering away at John Cage’s skull, while occasionally referencing her past  artistic triumphs (limited edition bronze Apple, anyone?) But one can’t coast on reputation forever, so in the the spirit of mushy multicultural Londonistan’s take on the Olympics, Yoko has been trotted out as a Post Modern Old Master.

Her new work “To The Light”  consists mainly of three heaps of dirt, a faded vintage War Is Over poster, and lots of hype around the empty slogan “Imagine Peace,” which is  conveniently available on commemorative towels and water bottles .

One can only wonder if the victims of Soviet collectivism are part of the fallen she is so hamfistedly homaging.