Posts Tagged ‘LA Louver’

#Hashtags: On Disgust

Rina Banerjee. She was now in western style dress covered in part of Empires' ruffle and red dress, had a foreign and peculiar race, a Ganesha who had lost her head, was thrown across sea until herself shipwrecked. A native of Bangladesh lost foot to root in Videsh, followed her mother full stop on forehead, trapped tongue of horn and grew ram-like under stress, 2011. Cowrie shells, rooster feather, gourds, acrylic horns, ceramic balls, plastic netting, amber glass vials, violet glass bulbs, false glass doe eyeballs, silk and synthetic Lanvin ruffled red dress. 73 x 65 in. dia. (185.4 x 165.1 cm).
Copyright Rina Banerjee. Courtesy L.A. Louver, Venice, CA.

#other #violence #misogyny #racism #Orientalism #hybridity An act of senseless violence at UC Santa Barbara this past week has reignited an online conversation about the interrelationship between race, gender, discrimination, and violence. While the tweets and subsequent articles around #yesallwomen have drawn public attention to the gendered assumptions that underpin violent behavior, less visibility has accrued to the role that Orientalism played in dehumanizing and[…..]

From the Archives – Rogue Wave at L.A. Louver

Matthew Brandt. Rainbow Lake WY 1, 2013, C-print soaked in Rainbow Lake water, 72 x 105 in. Courtesy of L.A. Louver

From San Francisco to Los Angeles, California suffered an unseasonably early heat wave this week. With temperatures in Los Angeles breaking 100 degrees, everyone is dreaming of a day at the beach. Today we bring you Catlin Moore‘s review of L.A. Louver‘s annual summer show; though it was originally published on August 15, 2013, the feeling of the show seems apropos for right now. It’s July[…..]

Rogue Wave 2013 at L.A. Louver

Sarah Awad, "Untitled (Reclining Woman)," 2013, oil on canvas, 65 x 95 inches. Courtesy of LA Louver.

It’s July in Los Angeles, and as every hokey reality television show portrays, the beach beckons. I pass barefoot teenagers hustling toward the Venice promenade, Boogie boards in tow, and a motley crew of sand-encrusted terriers out for a midday stroll. My hands are already sticky from the brined air as I reach for the door of L.A. Louver—a gallery that has been situated in this[…..]