One thing seems pretty clear about both groups: they separated themselves from mainstream culture, including the art world. This is practically unheard of today.
If you have any interest in the wild array of people who defined the West Coast bohemian world, you must read Tosh Berman’s Tosh: Growing Up in Wallace Berman’s World.
Through his father, Wallace, Tosh Berman was in the middle of a vivid circle of artists, writers, and musicians who regarded art as the opposite of cultural business.
A small exhibition of Wallace Berman’s Verifax collages and photographs from the mid- to late-1960s operates like music in establishing a theme and exploring it through several variations.
Delirious at the Met Breuer is an exhibition filled with beautiful but comparatively polite works by habitually transgressive artists.
These top 10 shows in no way capture a full overview of the art seen in LA this year, but they provide highlights of the rapidly developing artistic landscape of the city.
A mix of blue-chip names and energetic younger artists on the Lower East Side is further evidence of the increasingly blurred boundaries among Manhattan’s art districts.
PARIS — Though almost entirely lacking a female presence — artist Jay DeFeo and poet Diane Di Prima being the exceptions that prove the rule — the Centre Pompidou’s airily laid out retrospective of the Beat Generation is otherwise flawless.