Most ephemeral

Listening to the radio the other day. NPR, duh. And they’re talking about this exhibit coming up at MOCA’s Geffen Contemporary Museum called Art In The Streets, which is “a landmark retrospective” of street art and graffiti and it sounds Totally Awesome you guys, I am so there.
But anyway, on the radio one of the artists said something about how ninety percent of the graffiti that goes up in the streets is gone the next morning, painted over, which makes graffiti the most ephemeral of all the arts, you have to see it and then it’s gone forever. And I was like, hold the phone, mister! What about dance? Or any theater really. You have to see it, it happens only once in exactly that way, then it’s really really gone forever. You gotta Be There. And look at ballet, there is still not a satisfactory way of writing down choreography. After all these years! No way to record that mess!
Other than video, which I suppose one could argue is as inefficient a recording tool as seeing a photo of grafitti, your view point is controlled, you don’t get a feeling for the scope or surroundings. And apparently this is a major cool-factor with graffiti, the location, how difficult a place it is to paint. Wonder if doing graffiti in a museum scores high cool-points based on the difficulty of getting in to the exhibit? Or low cool-points based on the fact that each contributor was given a space? And they didn’t have to climb any fences to get there?
Then you’ve got still photos of dance, which tells you little about the whole work, or, as Mr. Adult Beginner said, a still photo of dance or theater gives you about as much information as a verbal description of a graffiti.
Which sounds like it would be really fun to try and do. Like, well, it’s spelling out a word, I think, and the letters are all puffy! And shiny! Like they’re made out of balloons!
Anyway, if this is your bag, baby, it’s at the Geffen with plans to travel to Brooklyn, and here’s a photo of the LAWEEKLY article with photos by Gregory Bojorquez. Check out for the deets.



About adultbeginner

Had my first ballet class Ever at the advanced age of thirty-two. Yikes.
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