In addition to my tribute to "Levitated Ass", err "Levitated Mass", at LACMA yesterday, I also managed to conquer the ceramic-coprophilic-phallic-vaginal wonderland of artist Ken Price. A native Angelino, Price died recently this past February. Despite the maddening presence of an army of overly-diligent helicopter guards who followed me around the gallery helpfully informing me that I should stand no less than two feet from each pedestal (in addition to scolding me loudly, "no bending over", when I dipped to inspect a tiny ceramic sculpture), LACMA's beautifully designed retrospective provides an appropriate send-off. If you like cocks. . .and holes. . . and the things that come out of holes, you'll appreciate Price's Freudian ceramic melodrama. I did.
Here is a sample of some of his work: