This week, a fountain at LACMA gets renamed and a Culver City gallery temporarily adds a basement.
5. Trolleys can make music, too
Futurist Luigi Russolo began his 1913 manifesto, The Art of Noises, by describing a fistfight, apparently begun over unfamiliar-sounding futurist music. The fight seems more metaphor than actual fact for Russolo, who thought we'd had enough of old masters: "We must break at all cost from this restrictive circle of pure sounds and conquer the infinite variety of noise-sounds." Noise-sounds meant sounds of trolleys and machines incorporated into music, which doesn't seem like such an out-there idea anymore. Since Russolo's manifesto turns 100 this year, the noise-sound-savvy Orchestra of Futurist Noise Intoners will perform at REDCAT. 631 W. Second St.; Dec. 3, 8:30 p.m.; $10-$20. (213) 237-2800, redcat.org.
4. The joke's in there somewhere
Five extremely narrow canvases hang on the wall opposite the entrance to "La Jennifer," Dianna Molzan's current show at Overduin and Kite. Three are black, two gray, and each has one eye and a pair of bright red lips, though at first glance you might take them for abstractions. The same goes for the show's highlight, two fairly large paired canvases with green backgrounds and cloudlike, colored shapes floating across circles of white at their centers. After you've looked for a little while, the white circles begin to resemble cartoon eyes with reflections of the sunset dancing across them. What seemed serious becomes funny. 6693 Sunset Blvd., Hlywd.; through Dec. 21. (323) 464-3600, overduinandkite.com.
3. Bad thoughts
Even as a painter, David Lynch is best when he's mixing horror and humor. And while it's by no means flawless, his new art exhibition at Kayne Griffin Corcoran definitely includes some Lynchian high points, like the painting I'm Running Home from Your House. In it, a boy with a pumpkin-like head sprints desperately down a blood red hill while a greasy gray-brown cloud labeled "bad thoughts" chases after him. 1201 S. La Brea Ave, Mid-City; through Jan. 4. (310) 586-6886, kaynegriffincorcoran.com.
2. If Goliath had a kitchen
Patrick Jackson added an extra floor to Francois Ghebaly's former auto-shop gallery for his show, "The Third Floor." The third floor is, unexpectedly, the lowest one -- you enter to see an unwieldy black box-within-a-box sculpture on the ground level, then head down stairs, where there's now an opening, which starts a few steps down, cut into the carpeted floor. Descend the rest of the way and you're in what looks like a crawl space, with lights on the ceiling and oversized ceramic cups and pots scattered throughout. They look weather-worn and fungus-infected, like ruins from a giant's kitchen cupboard. 2600 S. La Cienega Blvd., Culver City; through Dec. 21. (310) 280-0777, ghebaly.com.
1. Take the girls seriously
The fountain made by sculptor Alexander Calder in the 1960s for LACMA has always been called Hello Girls. Museum lore has it the committee of women who championed the fountain inspired the title, but Calder said it had more to do with the salutary, gleeful look of the sculpture's rotating, primary-colored discs. He also referred in a note to the sculpture as Three Quintains, a more serious-sounding jousting reference, which the museum has decided to use as the fountain's official title. Hello Girls will follow it in parentheses. This decision coincides with the museum's just-opened Calder retrospective, a show of 50 fantastically well-made works treated seriously, but not so seriously as to dampen the whimsy. 5905 Wilshire Blvd., Mid-Wilshire; through July 27. (323) 857-6010, lacma.org.
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