Archive for Emily Mast

Emily Mast, The Least Important Things, LACMA, March 29, 2014: A photo essay by Andrew Chung

Posted in guest blog posts, Institutional Partnerships, photo essays with tags , , , on April 8, 2014 by andrewthephotog

From the LACMA media alert:

“For The Least Important Things, Emily Mast selected a diverse range of works by Joan Brossa (1919–1998) which were written with the intention of being staged. Brossa was a Catalan poet, playwright, graphic designer, and visual artist who made work about the limitations of language and its material nature. His ‘stage poetry’ embraced incoherence, the everyday, and popular forms of entertainment such as magic, cabaret, and comedy routines. Brossa’s works are an integral part of the performances and were specially translated for the presentation at LACMA. The performances are staged throughout the LACMA campus in intermediate spaces that reflect Brossa and Mast’s interest in the undefined.”

Elena Bajo's Performance

Elena Bajo's Performance

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Distant Lands, Blowups, Quiet Whispers: the First Five Days of the Pacific Standard Time Performance and Public Art Festival

Posted in reviews and commentary, video footage with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 24, 2012 by Carol Cheh

The first five days of the jam-packed Pacific Standard Time Performance and Public Art Festival have passed, and I’ve survived, albeit barely. Since Thursday, it seems like I’ve spent a lot of time driving to the farthest reaches of Greater Los Angeles to watch stuff get blown up, lit up, and shot at. Crowd-pleasing spectacles have definitely dominated the game.

On Saturday, hundreds of people came out to Pomona College to see a trio of “performances” (the pieces by Judy Chicago and James Turrell would be more accurately described as temporary public art installations) that took place at strategic locations on campus. They were all nice, although not exactly mind-blowing. I didn’t quite see what was so nifty about John White’s Preparation F, which made a spectacle out of college football players getting dressed and scrimmaging; modern dance works have done this sort of thing better. Chicago’s ejaculatory fireworks in A Butterfly for Pomona were certainly entertaining, and Turrell’s Burning Bridges was a nostalgic and humorous evocation of his then-developing interest in light and the framing of environments. The most remarkable thing about the whole event, however, was seeing so many people turn out for performance—the most I’ve ever seen in one sitting.

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