LACMA

We tend to get off to slow starts when we're together. Yesterday we left the house in the afternoon only to have to return five minutes from the front door. So. received a call from a client; she had to send them fonts. Once we were again on our way we drove to LACMA (the Los Angeles County Museum of Art). I wanted to see the La Brea tar pits; So. wasn't interested.

We wound our way through the Diane Arbus exhibit and then toured some of the other galleries. In one, elevators no bigger than shoeboxes clung to the floor. They came and went, opening on the eighth floor.

The Japanese galleries offered twisting walkways that offset the artwork. The walls were made to look like translucent paper, softening the ambient light that filtered through the space. Platforms oozed out from the floor; the scrolls were housed in spaces made to resemble that of Japanese homes. Electric lights could be switched on manually if the natural illumination fell below eight foot candles.

For dinner we drove to Sawtell kitchen. The fish was very good. We sat outside and as the sun set, a waiter turned on a heat lamp behind us. The skies refused to darken. A pastel glow remained on the horizon, and the skies turned pale and then pale again. It wasn't until we were on the road heading back that they began to darken, as if clouds amassed on the horizon. By then we were home. Posted by eku at May 25, 2004 4:58 PM