Last night, I went to the MOCA in West Hollywood to see the Mark Rothko exhibit.

When I used to live in NoCal I would go to the SF MOMA at least every other month, but since I’ve moved to LA I haven’t done the same for some reason. Part of, I think, is that I only have a passing admiration for “high art”. Renaissance stuff, the “classics”, all of that… I just don’t find it all that interesting. So, the painting looks like what it is. Got it. Technically very impressive, but in today’s digital age I’m not enamored with what could also have been a Polaroid.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely impressed by the workmanship of the Mona Lisa, it just doesn’t excite me.

SO, because of this, LA’s most well-known museum, The Getty, is a fairly boring place to me. I like going there to hang out on the grounds, but walking around looking at endless paintings of women in period dress makes me sleepy.

As for the LACMA, it’s a bit hit or miss for what inspires me.

And then there’s the MOCA, which I’ve not had any experience with (presumably because of my times with the other two museums); but seeing some Mark Rothkos in person (for free no less) was something I didn’t want to pass up. And it didn’t disappoint. Totally inspiring and reminded me why I used to like to do this kind of thing. I’ll be back.

Rothko at the MOCA

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