Can a person own a color? Yves Klein may say yes, but Yves Saint Laurent begs to differ.
Yves Klein
This week, a number of online journals have launched new editions, the Clyfford Still Museum finally opened in Denver, the value of professional opinions in art, the relationship of Yves Klein and Ed Kienholz, Roberto Matta at 100, does corporate culture suck …
LOS ANGELES — October marked the beginning of the Pacific Standard Time onslaught, a collaboration between 60 institutions to commemorate and celebrate the birth of the Los Angeles art scene from 1945 to 1980. LA Contemporary Exhibitions (LACE) is among a host of venues invested in translating the performative end of LA’s art scene for contemporary audiences, and this past Saturday was no exception.
Imagine strolling through clean, bright halls, surrounded by immaculate display cases filled with baubles and trinkets, the steam-polished precious metals and gems coruscating in the glare of spotlights. Hear your feet clacking on the white floors, stopping to look closer at the jewelry on display, but not close enough to stir the ire of the security guard peering over your shoulder. Imagine wanting everything you see, from diamond diadems to neon-tubed necklaces. No, you’re not in Tiffany’s or Cartier, you’re in the Museum of Arts and Design, gazing at their new show, Picasso to Koons: The Artist as Jeweler.
Fashion, as it so often does, just caught a rash from the art world. The color spreading through the cheeks of this season’s clothes is none other than International Klein Blue (IKB), the same unique hue dreamed up by the proto-postmodernist bad boy Yves Klein in 1962. Now, IKB is on your mom’s purse.
There is a death wish that threads modernity — death of God, death of the author, death of history, even the death of the modernity itself (the post-modern) but perhaps most insistently of all, is the existential interrogation that is modern art … but is it true for sculpture?
