so much art, so little time

A very long time ago, greg and I went to the los angeles county museum of art. Yesterday I reminded greg that we had viewed Backseat Dodge '38. "Don't you remember," I said. "It's set up on some grass and dimly lit." Greg couldn't conjure up a picture of this piece of art. I was at work researching my next project. A new book about art was sitting on my desk and i love when this happens, interest about something i've already seen or done, reignites and sets me blazing to find out more. Like how the artist died. Edward Kienholz died on June 10, 1994 from a heart attack while hiking in the mountains near his home in Hope, Idaho. Greg and I were young when we viewed Backseat Dodge '38, I remember being moved by the low lighting, the dusty sound of music, and the complete stillness of the vehicle. A vehicle that can't go nowhere, not meant to go anywhere, anymore. There's a woman and a man inside the vehicle, but for me they were not the strongest element. The music, the lack of light, and the concept of things breaking down over time: vehicles, emotions, struggles. That spoke to me. See things in a new way. If you do, art never lets you down. I can't help but picture in my mind the artist overlooking a mountain range, sensing there's even more.