Andrew W.
Yelp
It turns out L.A. has a Kunsthalle. "No sh!t, Sherlock ― I've been to Jumbo's Clown Room many times," you reply. Ah, but that's not right: A Kunsthalle is a space that displays art, but unlike an art museum, a Kunsthalle does not own its own permanent collection. And a Kunsthalle is run by a non-profit organization, as opposed to an art gallery, which is usually run for commercial purposes by an art dealer. And that Kunsthalle is the Institute of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles (ICALA) on Seventh Street in the Arts District, located across the street from the scenic Greyhound Bus Terminal and just steps away from the nation's most dazzling assortment of narcotics addicts, schizophrenia sufferers, and typhus carriers.
As it has no permanent collection of its own, a Kunsthalle like the ICALA must be judged by its rotating temporary exhibitions... and the exhibitions on display on a recent visit in early April didn't particularly wow me. A small installment of works by Maryam Jafri was more master's thesis than art exhibition: As far as I can tell, all she did was display a series of poorly-planned discontinued items (Diet Pepsi-branded baby bottles, an appetite suppressant named "Ayds," etc.) with sometimes quite lengthy text. Her entire body of work fails my two tests of conceptual art:
1. If I can't enjoy your piece simply by interacting with the artwork itself, it's not art.
2. If it takes more time to read the explanation of your piece's concept that to look at the art, your concept has failed.
There is a serious of seemingly unrelated photos ― a rectangle made of hot dogs, etc. ― that are not memorable, especially as they are dimly lit. Another exhibit has a selection of random photos and crushed plastic drink bottles, with many of them lined up on one wall to make... misshapen water bottle penises? Transparent water bottle elephant trunks? I don't know, I don't care.
There is a gift shop filled with lots of insanely expensive tchotchkes that look appropriately "artsy." In short, ICALA is showing... not the best in contemporary art. At least right now. Maybe that will change; that's the whole point of a Kunsthalle, after all. More visits will determine whether what I saw on my previous visit is typical of what ICALA will program regularly. The stuff on display now, unfortunately, is like a parody of contemporary art: Random objects, literal garbage on the walls, photos of strange nothing with seemingly no significance, conceptual art that requires more sign-reading than art-viewing. As it stands now, fans of the visual arts will find better work on the mannequins a few blocks away at Dover Street Market than in any of the galleries at ICALA.