Posts tagged Los Angeles
Artists at Work: Sula Bermúdez-Silverman by Sola Saar Agustsson
Sula Bermúdez-Silverman is a multidisciplinary artist whose work uses assemblage, sculpture, and videography to interrogate economic, racial, religious, and gendered systems of power. Her current exhibition at the California African American Museum of Art, Neither Fish, Flesh, nor Fowl, combines found objects with dollhouses made of sugar, exploring the artist’s ancestral connection to Puerto Rican sugar plantations and the crop’s relationship to invisible economic powers. Her exhibition at Murmurs Gallery in downtown Los Angeles, Sighs and Leers and Crocodile Tears, is also currently on view. We caught up with Sula to discuss her work and what she’s been working on since the pandemic started.
“All Done with Mirrors”: On Frieze and Lies in Los Angeles by Gracie Hadland
"Singin’ in the Rain," one of the first films I ever saw, loomed over my thoughts during Frieze Los Angeles. In its second west coast iteration, the art fair took place at the historic Paramount Pictures Studios in Hollywood. Top tier galleries set up white box booths in a tent laden with plush carpet at the entrance — the color of the year was a deep pink. Smaller L.A. galleries and artist project spaces occupied the row in the back of the tent. It was what I imagine a convention to be like — fanatics selling wares and displaying their newest oddities in a big civic arena flooded with fluorescent light, albino lizards, and unique species of scorpions. This was an Art Expo, the World Fair.
A Clear Presence by Aisha Sabatini Sloan
I tried to write an essay about David Hockney and Rodney King once, before King passed away. While doing research, I became obsessed by a particular painting that Hockney had created of a Beverly Hills housewife. Painted one year after the 1966 Watts riots, Hockney's housewife gazes idly outside the range of the portrait. She is miles away from the action, likely captured at a different time of year, but I want badly to imagine that she can hear the sound of sirens. I wish that she could at least smell the smoke.
Uncovering the Legacy of María Sodi de Ramos Martínez by Rachel Heidenry
Alfredo Ramos Martínez, printed by María Sodi de Ramos Martínez, Vendedoras de Flores (Flower Vendors), 1947. Serigraph. Santa Barbara Museum of Art, Gift of Charles A. Storke, 1994.57.23. © The Alfredo Ramos Martínez Research Project, reproduced by permission. “My father and mother were devoted to each other… Fortunately…