MUST-SEE SHOW: THE EPIC ART WONDERLAND OF URS FISCHER AT MOCA LA
Standing in stark contrast to the polished precision of LA’s other current must-see show of the moment, Takashi Murakami’s “Arhat” at Blum & Poe, Urs Fischer’s eponymous sculptural installation at MOCA is a wonder of unbridled visual chaos. Sprawled across the Grand Ave & Geffen Contemporary wings of the financially beleaguered institution, the NYC-based, Swiss born artist’s rough-hewn sculptures and clever, slick mixed media paintings and other visual props punctuate a vibrant, low-fi wonderland of artistic imagination run amok. Constructed in league with an army of 1,500 art school assistants, Fischer’s sculptural wasteland is like a giant 3-D doodle of any and everything going on in the artist’s imagination at once with one visual thought trailing off into another—oftentimes crashing head-on in the process. To walk through the space is like stepping into the head of Fischer himself, with one absurdist tableaux giving way to another, all infused with the artist’s signature sense of ridiculous humor and DIY, fuck you attitude. To carry on much further about the show’s virtues would be to subject our readers to yet more hyperbolic artspeak, but suffice it to say, anyone currently possessing a Southland zipcode is under strict orders to go log a few hours in this magical space while it lasts (and it won’t: many of the artworks are purposely deteriorating throughout the course of the show).
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