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Save the Pereira? Seriously?!?

There is no dog so ugly that somebody doesn’t love it. Case in point: the movement to save LACMA’s mixed-up east campus.

A new Facebook page, “Save and Restore the Original LACMA Buildings,” seeks to counter Peter Zumthor’s proposal to replace the original William Pereira buildings and the mismatched 1986 Hardy Holzman Pfeiffer addition with a new, integrated building. It’s not surprising that Zumthor’s innovative design has its on-line haters. What is surprising is that 327 people have clicked “Like” to what’s there now.

If the Pereira and Hardy, Holzman, Pfeiffer buildings were an actual dog, they would look something like this.

To quote the late Robert Hughes, Pereira’s original LACMA was “probably the worst of any large museum in America.” Pereira had been a last-minute compromise to resolve a deadlock between lead donor Howard Ahmanson and director Richard Brown. Brown wanted Mies van der Rohe, and Ahmanson favored Edward Durell Stone. The trustees settled on Pereira, the sequester option.

LACMA curator Jim Elliott called the Pereira design the “first tract house museum.” About the only notable who had something positive to say was comedian Bob Hope. At the 1965 LACMA opening, he said the Pereira building was “the most magnificent tax deduction I’ve ever seen.”

The postcard at top is the Pereira campus in its brief moment of glory. It’s as “classy” and dull as a Hilton hotel. The one notable thing about it is the extensive use of fountains and reflecting pools. Almost immediately La Brea ooze began seeping into the pools. They were drained and paved, the fountains shut off.

Back to Robert Hughes. “When the time came, in 1981, to expand LACMA, the proper response to [Pereira's buildings] would have been the bulldozer.… [Hardy Holzman Pfeiffer] obliterated the old museum like the giant foot in Monty Python.… The architects have so overdone their contextual homage to Hollywood Deco-Babylon that the effect verges on camp.”

The Monty Python foot squished whatever third-rung charm the Pereira campus might have once had. So why do average citizens want to save the always bland and now ruined Pereira? (By the way it’s Pereira and not Hardy Holzman Pfeiffer that gets most of the attention on the Facebook page. HHP is They Who Must Not Be Named.)

The social-net postings speak to nostalgia. A pdf brochure has retro fonts, period photos, and a Time magazine cover of Pereira—from Sept. 6, 1963. It touts “Pereira’s signature style, known for its stark and sterile appearance, owed largely to the science fiction era during which the Race to Space and the Atomic Age occupied the mind of most Americans.” (These brochures have been printed, and there are plans to distribute them outside LACMA’s Zumthor exhibit, “The Presence of the Past.”)

Christopher Hawthorne has suggested that Pereira nostalgia may owe something to to Pacific Standard Time. The infusion of Getty money has rehabilitated the reputations of neglected L.A. talents, including a few whose neglect might have been somewhat merited. Several Pereira projects are featured in the Getty Center’s “Overdrive.”

Perhaps one should add the Mad Men factor. The TV series has channeled, and amplified, a current of semi-ironic appreciation for the banalities of 1960s modernism. Weldon Becket’s 1964 L.A. Music Center, about as boring as Pereira’s LACMA, subbed for a Roman cafe in a 2009 episode of the series. But aren’t better memories-of-the-future being formed right now at Gehry’s Disney Hall? In the real Rome, residents can wax nostaglic for magnificent buildings of any age. That’s what Los Angeles ought to aspire to.

Zumthor’s building is projected to cost $650 million. That price tag figures in many of the Save-the-Pereira postings. Why not buy art instead, to augment an uneven collection? Or why not donate the money to the poor?

In today’s wacky art market, $650 million could barely buy a dozen great paintings by Song masters, Cézanne, Klimt, Kahlo, Pollock, or Johns. Throw in a Rose period Picasso or a famille rose vase.

By U.S. poverty guidelines, there are 40 million poor people in America. Were a $650 million windfall apportioned among them, it would amount to $16 each, enough to buy a ticket to Fast & Furious 6 and a small popcorn.

Most of the 1 percenters who might plausibly fund the Zumthor plan are already broad-based philanthropists, giving to the poor and to education, medical research, churches and synagogues, and many other causes. They set their own priorities. All a non-profit director can do is to make the best case for his or her own cause and hope to persuade. The wealthy folk on LACMA’s board are also mostly art collectors spending millions a year on their own collections. It’s tough for a curator or museum director to say, “Give us your money and we’ll buy art for you.” The collector is likely to respond, “I’ll buy exactly what I like, and maybe I’ll donate some of it down the road.” There’s no good comeback to that.

A new civic museum is necessarily a collective project. It is consequently easier to raise funds for a new museum building project than for that museum’s art acquisitions. Realistically, the best way to encourage future donations is to have an architecturally renowned building with ample display space.

The weirdest thing about the “Save and Restore” Facebook page is that posters invoke Ruscha’s Los Angeles County Museum on Fire as an emblem. I’m just the guy who ripped off Ruscha’s title for a blog—I don’t pretend to know what Ruscha meant by his painting, or whether he “meant” anything at all. But if you assume that Ruscha intended a comment on Pereira’s architecture, it sure doesn’t look like an endorsement.

Zumthor’s Black Flower

Peter Zumthor’s LACMA proposal promises to be the greatest public building in L.A. since Disney Hall. Like the latter, it’s already loved and hated, going by the comments to news stories. “Beware the blob!” wrote one poster on Curbed L.A. The “blob” refers to the building’s shape from above. Zumthor calls it a “black flower” and uses it to connect to the tar-pit-adjacent site. It will doubtless be the building’s signature. How many buildings are interesting, or even recognizable, from the Google satellite perspective? Pilots approaching LAX will point it out (yielding who knows how much free advertising?) But as Zumthor’s models make clear, the visitor’s experience will involve a lot more than an unusual shape. “The Presence of the Past: Peter Zumthor Reconsiders LACMA,” running this Sunday through Sept. 15, showcases a project that means to reinvent the encyclopedic museum.

• Start with the shape. I don’t see a flower or tar pit so much as a biomorphic abstraction. In the small models, the overall form really does look like an Jean Arp wood relief or a Matisse cut-out or a boomerang motif of mid-century design. It’s an emblem of advanced art at the time that L.A. culture crawled out of the primeval ooze. The very word “biomorph” bridges art and life. (At left below, Arp’s Overturned Blue Shoe with Two Heels Under a Black Vault.)

• Why black? Well for one thing the roof is to be a solar cell, the biggest urban solar farm, generating $5 million worth of electricity a year. Physics dictates that any efficient solar cell must be black. Zumthor’s “black flower” implies rare beauty while recalling the Black Dahlia, touchstone for the hardboiled fictions of Raymond Chandler and film noir. The conceit of evil under a paradisical sun remains influential for L.A. artists or at any rate for curators trying to make sense of L.A. art (“Sunshine and Noir,” “Under the Big Black Sun,” etc., etc.)

Zumthor’s sun-blasted negritude is sexy and cool, like the lair of the most tasteful of James Bond villains. If this gets built, every car company in the world will want to shoot a commercial at LACMA. Think of what that will do for L.A. production.

• It’s a multicultural vision of an encyclopedic museum. At the Metropolitan Museum and its many American knockoffs, you ascend a grand staircase to a grand facade. Once inside, the natural circulation points you straight at European painting. The visitor to Zumthor’s building would enter via a choice of “pods.” These permit ascent, via staircase or elevator, to any of six major rooms in the upper, exhibition level, entering the galleries at different points in global art history. As Michael Govan said, this puts Korean art on a par with European art. In academic-speak, nothing is “privileged.” In plain language, it’s all good.

• By my quick count, there are about 163 galleries visible in the model photo above. That will change, of course, but the takeaway is that the unconventional exterior will hold a lot of different spaces to show art, most of them reassuringly rectilinear. It’s said the building’s overall square footage would equal the buildings it replaces, though with 70,000 square feet more exhibition space and showing twice the art. This paradox would be achieved by moving office space across the street and the use of open storage on the ground level.

The model contemplates large rooms for Tony Smith’s Smoke and the Ardabil Carpet. You’d walk up a staircase to see Smoke looming above you, the opposite of today’s experience.

Conceivably the greatest work in the museum’s collection, the Ardabil Carpet has been shown only at rare intervals since J. Paul Getty donated it in 1953. Its mate in London’s Victoria and Albert Museum, though more faded than LACMA’s, is on permanent display and is a major attraction. Here it would be shown horizontally under a calibrated blend of natural and artificial light. Dust rather than light is said to be the greatest challenge in displaying it. Govan suggested it might be periodically swapped out with other large Persian carpets in the collection, and the gallery might motivate future acquistions.

• The early press talked up transparency. It would be a glass house museum with art visible from the street. I didn’t know how they’d manage that. All art is sensitive to light to some degree. I half-wondered whether they were going to tout some new miracle-glass shunting all the harmful rays. Nope. Zumthor simply exploits the power of shadow. The exhibition level is big enough to significantly reduce light levels at the ground level. This would allow all but the most light-sensitive works to be shown, if desired, in the pods’ “shop window” displays.

Early tests imply that even black and white photographs could be safely displayed in the darker ground-floor spaces. “The Presence of the Past” demonstrates the concept with a black-bottom slab suspended within the sunny Resnick Pavilion. Beneath it are historically irreplaceable watercolor drawings of La Brea fossils by John L. Ridgway.

The Zumthor proposal would greatly expand the range of admission-free art at LACMA. The cash-challenged Wilshire flaneur would be able to experience not only the Burden, Irwin, and Heizer mega-installations but also a generous core sample of the museum’s collection in most media.

• Assuming permission can be obtained, one arm of the Zumthor building will extend slightly over the actual La Brea tar pit. Visitors will have a spectacular view of the tar pits through floor-to-ceiling windows. Think of it as Julius Schulman’s photo of Case Study House #22, with a Tim Burton edge.

• For the record, “The Presence of the Past” is not all about Zumthor’s proposal. It features a bigger-than-Guernica masterpiece of twentieth-century painting: the Pleistocene tar pit murals of Charles Knight, master of the paleontological school. It’s a rare loan from NHMLA, as are some fossils. The show then jumps ahead 50,000 years to trace the strange and sometimes miserable architectural history of LACMA, from Pereira to Koolhaas to Piano.

As most of Zumthor’s buildings are in central Europe, he’s still relatively little known to Americans. Photos of his buildings help convey what the models cannot: his ability to create sensuous magic from light, space, and novel materials. Below is his 1997 Therme Vals, a Swiss mineral bath, and the 2000 Swiss Sound Box, created for a world fair. The Sound Box was made almost entirely out of lumber. After the fair, the lumber was sold.

Peter Zumthor, Therme Vals (c) Margherita Spiluttini

Peter Zumthor, Swiss Sound Box, photo (c) Giovanni Chiaramonte

Mapplethorpe the Draftsman

(c) Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation

Every artist does an apprenticeship in which he tries out the styles of his predecessors. Robert Mapplethorpe did that, not only for photography but for drawing. As a draftsman Mapplethorpe was a chameleon, able to produce accomplished works in figurative and abstract modes. Mapplethorpe’s archives at the Getty Research Institute, now online, include drawings that may bring to mind Egon Schiele, Max Ernst, Moholy-Nagy, Pavel Tchelitchew, Matta, Judy Chicago, Joe Brainard, Norman Zammitt, and many others.

For a start, check out Portfolio 30, dated 1965 to 1975. Above and below are examples evoking abstract expressionism, Lee Bonticou, David Hammons, and even—John McLaughlin?

(c) Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation

(c) Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation

(c) Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation

BCAM, the Maybach of Museums?

An article by Kriston Capps in Architect magazine looks at the cost of Peter Zumthor’s proposed redesign of LACMA, with infographics by Jessica Rubenstein. One shocker is how expensive the Broad Contemporary Art Museum was, in inflation-adjusted dollars per square foot. Remember all the stories about how businessman Broad was concerned with getting the most bang for his buck—and the gripes that penny-pinching had produced Renzo Piano’s “worst” building? Well the graphic suggests that BCAM was the Maybach of Renzo Piano museums. (The new Whitney will be the Maybach 125.)

This provocative claim is already getting a lot of buzz, but it merits some qualification. For all the projects Capps uses total built square footage, not just exhibition space. For BCAM that is 72,000 square feet. He uses $191 million for the total cost. That’s the reported cost of the so-called Phase 1 of LACMA’s transformation. This involves not only BCAM proper (said to be $56 million) but a new parking structure ($39 million), the BP Entrance Pavilion and Dona S. and Dwight M. Kendall Concourse ($32 million), renovations in the Ahmanson Building ($5 million), and “indirect costs” ($25 million). It’s a judgment call how much of this you want to count as part of BCAM’s cost. Count it all, and BCAM does indeed pencil out to a gold-plated $2861 per square foot.

I wouldn’t include the Ahmanson refurishment or an entrance pavilion and concourse named for other donors. The most conservative reckoning, using just the $56 million for the BCAM building itself, would come to $778 a square foot. That’s in line with the Pompidou Centre, though much cheaper than the Menil Collection. As the graphic indicates, the cost of a Piano-designed museum has generally been spiraling upward.

Capps estimates that Zumthor’s mostly one-story LACMA will run $1229 per square foot. That agrees with my conclusion, that the seemingly breathtaking $650 million pricetag is consistent with current and historic standards.

UPDATE. Thanks to Kriston Capps for clarification. In an earlier version of this post I wrongly assumed he was using land area. For the record, my original and retracted passage:

As far as I can tell, Capps must be using the square feet of land rather than the more usual square feet of interior or exhibition space. That’s the only way I can make sense of the BCAM figure of $2861/sq. ft. Press accounts of the BCAM opening quoted a cost of $56 million, and it has 72,000 sq. ft. of space, with about 60,000 for exhibitions. It’s three stories (plus a mezzanine), so it occupies about 20,000 sq. ft. of land. Divide $56 million by 20,000 and you get $2800+. The one-story Resnick Pavilion cost “only” $1256/sf by Capps’ calculation. But they’re the same architect using the same materials.

If a similar calculation was used for the other buildings, it would make multi-story buildings look more expensive and prevent direct comparisons to one-story buildings. Note however that the Pompidou Centre has seven stories, more than any of the other buildings shown.

LACMA Adds a Milanese Caravaggisto

The Art Tribune reports that LACMA has acquired an important Caravaggesque painting, Daniele Crespi’s The Mocking of Christ. Crespi (1598-1630) worked in Milan, where elements of mannerism persisted into the baroque age. Here the twisted figures fill almost the entire space, and the facial expressions are unusually compelling. The Tribune’s Didier Rykner regretted that the Louvre didn’t buy the painting.

Also new to the LACMA collection is a Technicolor Pietà by Francesco Trevisani, a small oil-on-copper shown at this year’s Maastricht.

Actual Sighs

From the Tumblr Great Art in Ugly Rooms.

I Survived Turrell’s Perception Cell

"Light Reignfall" at the Garage Center for Contemporary Culture, Moscow, in 2011. © James Turrell, Photo © Florian Holzherr

Despite $45 tickets and a waiver full of medico-legal scare talk, James Turrell’s perception cell, Light Reignfall, is booked through the end of July. The work is incorporated in LACMA’s Turrell retrospective, but it requires a separate timed ticket because only one person can experience it at a time, and this takes about 12 minutes. Perception cell tickets have been selling out around the globe. The photo above, of a 2011 showing in Moscow, is similar to what you’ll find in the Resnick Pavilion through April 2014. (More back story here and here.)

I had a ticket for opening day. Light Reignfall occupies a 10-foot sphere managed by white lab-coated attendants. They give you a waiver to sign saying you have no medical problems and acknowledge that the work can cause seizures, disability, paralysis, or death. An emergency contact with phone number is required. Then you’re asked whether you want the “soft” or “hard” experience. Hard means faster, more strobing. I chose hard, and as far as I can tell, everyone else did too. YOLO.

I was instructed to take off my shoes, empty my pockets, and put on headphones. The attendant gave me an emergency button—the safe word for terminating—to strap to my wrist. Then I reclined on a white bed. This is a YOLO experience you do horizontally, like an MRI or a stiff on CSI.

The bed slowly slides inside the sphere. Once inside, I was looking up at the sphere’s inner surface. It’s a completely featureless field of view with no sense of depth (a ganzfeld). In the first few moments I saw a cerulean-blue wash.

Then things got moving. The light’s color and brightness pumped stroboscopically. The headphone audio was a synthetic tone synched to the lighting throughout.

I began seeing things almost immediately. They were complex, crystalline, kaleidoscopic fields, sometimes Matisse-gorgeous and other times garish.

The freakiest thing about the experience is feeling that your eyes are shut when they’re open. The imagery is akin is to the “stars” or weird patterns you see when you shut your eyes tightly or a punched in the head. The term for that is phosphenes. There were several calm interludes where the field turned blood-red like the back of closed eyelids in sunshine. In a slasher movie, the squeamish can close their eyes. Not here. I actually did the experiment of closing my eyes a few times. A similar though different show was playing behind my eyelids. That’s Eyes Wide Shut and A Clockwork Orange. (It’s fitting that the Turrell show overlaps both Stanley Kubrick and Hans Richter at LACMA.)

Sex or drugs? The most quoted capsule review is“mental orgasm.” Well it wasn’t quite that for me. A less sexy parallel that came to mind was the scintillating crazy cats of Victorian illustrator-turned-madhouse-outsider-genius Louis Wain (right). Imagine a rapidly animated version of Wain’s most ornate (and nonfeline) abstractions, and you’d have the basic idea.

I was also reminded of literary descriptions of drug hallucinations, such as Thomas De Quincey’s Confessions of an English Opium Eater. He described a quality of horror vacui according fairly well with my perceptions of Light Reignfall.

Some perception cell visitors have reported actual imagery. Not me—all my  visions were nonfigurative. They were highly cinematic nonetheless, with lots of Vertigo-style dolly shots zooming in and out.

Many writers, including myself, have assumed that the perceptual cells produce sensory deprivation hallucinations. Having experienced Light Reignfall, I don’t think that’s right. The imagery began almost instantly, so it can’t be “prisoner’s cinema.” It’s phosphenes of some kind, but I can’t say I understand how they are produced.

I was surprised when I felt the drawer opening. I told the attendant that it seemed more like two minutes than ten. “Many people feel that way,” she told me. Your least worry should be you’re going to be bored.

I can’t say whether my experience will jibe with anyone else’s—which is sort of the point. The most radical/philosophical thing about Light Reignfall is that it erases the distinction between the objective and the subjective.

Are you witnessing a super-Hans Richter movie projected on the dome, the same movie for all customers? I’m sure the answer is no, that the complex imagery is phosphenes generated in each viewer’s head. I believe, in other words, that an objective snapshot of the dome, at any given moment, would be a simple monochrome or gradient looking nothing like the experience.

It’s a truism of museum folk that the average visitor spends 15 seconds or less on an artwork. It’s a truism of postmodernism that originality is impossible and it’s all been done. “James Turrell: A Retrospective,” and especially Light Reignfall, is an eloquent counterexample to both claims.

The word “phosphene” was coined by B.H. Savigney, ship’s surgeon of the Medusa. Yes, that Medusa. Maybe it’s not so crazy to propose that Turrell’s perception cells are a Raft of the Medusa for our age of Google Glass subjectivity.

A Sienese Triptych at LACMA

LACMA’s Italian Renaissance rooms are now showing a small Sienese triptych on loan from an unidentified private collector. The Virgin and Child Enthroned with Angels and Saints, the Redeemer, and the Annunciation is by the Master of the Richardson Triptych, c. 1370-1415.

The painting was formerly in the collection of Italian dealer-connoisseur Carlo de Carlo. Last year it was being offered by Moretti Fine Art, New York, for “a price in excess of $1.4 million.” Renaissance panels that look this good have generally had a lot of work done. Yet Berenson published a photo of this painting in 1918 that is said to look near-identical.

The Muse With the Long Face

“Ends and Exits: Contemporary Art From the Collections of LACMA and the Broad Art Foundation” includes this David Salle, Savagery and Misrepresentation. You might think that the dapper character at upper left is “Joe Camel,” erstwhile pitchman for a brand of cigarettes. In 1991 the Journal of the American Medical Association found that “Joe” was as recognizable to American children as Mickey Mouse.

The Salle painting is from 1981, however, and the Joe Camel ad campaign didn’t launch until 1987. In fact Salle based his tuxedoed personage on another source: a photograph by a well-known American painter of the early 20th century.

Give up? Salle is appropriating a work by Reginald Marsh, chronicler of New York low life. Marsh was so taken with the implausible signage of a Coney Island sideshow act, “Milo the Mule Face Boy,” that he documented it in a photo that appears in Marsh’s posthumously published portfolio “Photographs of New York.” The cropped text is worthy of Walker Evans. I half-wonder whether the Mad Men who dreamed up Joe Camel were aware of the Marsh photo.

Marsh also used Milo’s sign in a 1947 drawing, below. It was auctioned at Sotheby’s in May 2011 (and bought in). Marsh’s Coney Island paintings often feature signage, but as far as I can tell the Milo drawing was never executed as a painting.

Milo is “real” enough to have an Internet presence, via scanned paper. The August 25, 1951, issue of Billboard reported that Milo the Mule-Faced Boy was appearing at Dave Rosen’s Palace of Wonders, Coney Island, along with Carl the Alligator Boy, Alzoria the Turtle Girl, and Johanna the Bear Girl.

Peter Golenbock’s 2008 book In the Country of Brooklyn has this mini-bio, part of an oral history by Peter Ford:

“My father was born about 1916… He was friends with Milo the Mule-faced Boy, who had the ugliest face you’d ever want to see. After Milo quit and ran across the street to join the competition, he became Milo the Dog-faced Boy. Milo lived in my neighborhood. He even had a girlfriend.”

The Pictures Generation credo was that media picture-making was supplanting painting. Marsh’s photograph is a uniquely ambiguous object: a “high” artist’s mechanical image of a “low” artist’s commercial and exploitative painting. The figure in Savagery and Misrepresentation is a painting of a photograph of a painting of a real person. Meta-talk aside, Marsh’s Coney Island photographs still pack a punch to the gut. They are raw picture-poems of America, history’s grotesquerie of freedom—land of the ever-expanding soda container, with guns and cigarettes for all.


Zumthor Sticker Shock?

The L.A. Times reports that Peter Zumthor’s new LACMA building will cost $650 million (including a reserve for contingencies). Already some are claiming sticker shock.

Those people haven’t priced a museum makeover lately. The Whitney’s new High Line home, designed by Renzo Piano, is pegged at $680 million. The Whitney collects and exhibits contemporary and 20th-century American art. So does LACMA, along with every other kind of art.

The above chart shows some reported construction budgets adjusted for inflation. Two observations:

1. $650 million looks pretty reasonable for an encyclopedic museum (none of the others are).

2. Want rock-bottom prices? Hire Frank Gehry.