Nice brushwork
from gone times
So
another edifying not to say a little ho hum
visit to the East Bay's premier art edifice
Through the orange stair well
Wild incoherent
letters as art
Metal cast letters
spell nada though
This was a printing plant
where the UN charter was printed
Nice velocity
A contemporary
language tablet
recalling cuneiform
writing
The floor
is extraordinary
huge stone slabs
with joins
Invisible Man
Frankly, I had expected
a more substantial show
What was here was interesting
but it wasn't very much,
A single typographic work
by a remarkable
modern artist
say Jasper Johns
might have saved it
Ah, the glories
of Penmanship
There's a lost
language
Next we enter
a decidedly more tawdry
realm
Mondo Primitivo
Martin Wong
New York street artist
finally makes it over
20 years after his death
Asian Puerto Rican
and queer
he nets a vast
sprawling retrospective
Not entirely without
signs of his subjective
astronomy
and bookishness
The street worn
as a badge
full-size
In contrast to
his predominant tendency
to go fantastic
beyond the baroque
Life-size street life
has an undertow
Rent free
loss of freedom
can follow on
Where one presumes
on finds a great deal
of time on one's hands
You go rococo
on yourself
Sometimes
masturbatory introspection
leads to phallus worship
It's all a bit
visceral
for my taste
In addition to Wong's show,
and the Asian art
in the letters and type show,
there was a show by
painter named Ito,
the PFA hallway exhibition
of Chinese film posters
and the permanent
Buddhist gallery
*
Back out again
the way we came in
the way we came in
through the
David Lynch passage
* Reflects proposed name change to
Berkeley Asian Art Museum
5 October 2017
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