A little over a week ago, my buddy from New Jersey came to Los Angeles for a visit. Being a graphic artist (like myself), he possesses a very strong understanding of, and interest in, "the world of art"--fine art, modern art, contemporary art.
So, I naturally scheduled him for several trips to the finest art museums L.A. has to offer. Our excursions into the world of L.A. art were very rewarding--until the fateful day we visited the Museum of Contemporary Art and the Temporary Contemporary.
To our utter dismay, we found both presentations to be extraordinarily pretentious, totally devoid of meaning and shockingly vacuous.
Rather than attempting to reward us with intellectually stimulating, aesthetically moving and/or mind-involving contemporary art, we were greeted with massive walls of total nothingness.