Sacred Space
For someone who can’t handle crowds or congested urban settings, and questions the context of art, you (like me) might wonder why I choose to visit MOCA Grand in downtown LA on one of the hottest days this summer to see a painting exhibition – on the closing day. Do I feel an obligation as an artist to visit a space dedicated to art – to witness Kerry James Marshall’s 25-year retrospective that ran at MOCA in Chicago and New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art to stellar reviews? Or does my curiosity to witness the work of an artist with a mission to bring portraits of “black life into very white museums” tame my angst of dealing with cement that sizzles in July? Will my innate sense of social justice override my crowd claustrophobia? Read More »