Catherine Wagley

When I visited JB Jurve gallery, an eight-month-old space off Broadway in Chinatown, last Saturday, the door was locked. Later, I called the number listed and found they had closed early in anticipation of Father's Day, a holiday that, for most, is decidedly minor. An odd but funnily fitting scenario,......

"I don't make boy sculptures," said artist David Smith, interviewed in 1964. All the willowy, boxy or shiny metal beings he built were girls, some explicitly modeled after his own adorable daughters, others more vaguely female. However chauvinistic or cliché it may have been, the girl-boy distinction got at something......

In February, artist Anne Bray took a small team of researchers into L.A.'s bus system, asking people how they felt about art. They spoke with 250 riders over a good swath of L.A.'s Metro system, which sprawls from Santa Monica past Pasadena and from Long Beach Harbor up into the......

(Also check out Catherine Wagley's previous post: "Christian Marclay's The Clock Starts Ticking at LACMA") When midnight struck in Christian Marclay's The Clock, the crowd in Los Angeles County Museum of Art's Bing Theater burst into spontaneous applause. The film itself showed a rapid succession of clocks striking midnight, impressive......

Anyone who’s mistakenly exposed a roll of film to sunlight has felt that weird push and pull between stabbing frustration — human error is a bitch — and the thrill of seeing what light can do. Those gorgeous reds and yellows that bleed across images exposed too soon to light make you......