Livin' the High Life

Thank you, Kevin M., Cerritos, CA for your review of The Broad Museum in Los Angeles, CA. 

Unfortunately, this may be true of many things. Except for Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. It doesn’t matter how sober you are, you eat it like you’re high and God has blessed you as the Chosen One and the reward is a piping hot bowl of gooey, cheesy, soul-soothing pasta. 

The thing about modern and contemporary art is that they can be pretty darn annoying. In 2008 I had to go to MOMA for a school assignment on Richard Serra. 

(SIDE NOTE: Do not get me started on how much I loathe his “art,” there are not enough hours in the day)

While I was at the museum I strolled through some of the other galleries and stumbled on a room of nine completely white, square canvasses perfectly aligned in rows of three by three. Surely meant to represent the oppression of short women in 1958 Akron, Ohio. The audacity! I left the museum furious ready to write my essay on Richard Serra and also why this is all bullshit. 

The art world is incredibly divisive so complaining about this is pointless because there will always be someone (or many people) who thinks these pieces - and whatever “meaning” is behind them - are worth regarding. Therefore, it is not the museum’s fault. 

On that day in 2008, it was my fault I wasn’t high. Of course being on a drug that slows things down and makes you more accepting of “whatever” would make it more interesting. I’m pretty sure my classmates who wrote favorable essays on Richard Serra’s exhibit were all stoned and good for them! They had a nice day! 

I’m not telling everyone to go out and smoke weed but, as I am not willing to temper my expectations, I am saying maybe we all should be a little high. I’m pretty sure the artists were. 

One out of five stars. 

See you next Tuesday.