Catlin Moore is the Director of Mark Moore Gallery (Culver City, CA), and co-curator/founder of 5790projects. She is a regular contributor to several art publications, including Daily Serving, ArtLog and Beautiful/Decay. She has previously written for The Orange County Register, .ism Quarterly and others. She is an active member of the MOCA Contemporaries and the Modern and Contemporary Arts Council for LACMA, and is completing her graduate coursework in Art History at California State University, Long Beach.
Cherry blossoms lead a cursory existence. Like blushing plumes, their trees bring forth bountiful masses of cotton candy petals, flourishing for a mere two weeks before they are hurriedly shed. The rosy confetti blankets the surrounding grounds, the wilting florets scattering as swiftly as they bloomed. To the Japanese, the blossoms are emblematic of the ephemerality of life. Intrigued by their reputation, Israeli photographer Ori[.....]
In a former life, Walead Beshty may have rubbed elbows with Patti Smith. Flaunting her contemptuous disregard for the cautionary advice of her peers, Smith famously denounced words as mere “rules and regulations” in her rendition of Van Morrison’s “Gloria.” In one unruly, titillating performance, Smith flipped the good ol’ boys’ fraternity of rock and roll on its ear by lampooning the muffled sexism of[.....]
Mike Kelley claims he doesn’t particularly like Superman. The jury is out on whether or not this qualifies him as a communist, but his claim does provide a source of perplexity when evaluating the inspiration for his ongoing Kandor sculpture and installation series – the newest of which being currently displayed at Gagosian Gallery (Beverly Hills) alongside the latest chapters of his filmic project, Extracurricular[.....]
Installation view: HOUSE, 2010. Courtesy of Regen Projects, Los Angeles. It feels like a thousand years, though I know it’s only been about five minutes. Feet balancing atop five-inch heels on the loose gravel floor, my ankles quiver unsteadily as I clench every muscle in my legs to avoid toppling into Jeffrey Deitch’s back. This misstep would surely initiate a domino-like collapse of the well-coiffed[.....]
Lari Pittman is a gardener. Particularly fond of succulents, he maintains precisely manicured rows of cacti that borrow from a methodical landscape sensibility, a rational formation he claims “pushes back” against the chaos of nature. A composite of Columbian and American Southern heritage, Pittman is fluent in the duality of cultivated life. He understands that mortality is the only fixed variable in our otherwise unique[.....]