I’ve lived in Los Angeles for more than a decade, and for some reason I never managed to make it to the Getty. I’m going to assume that’s because I’ve spent so much of my time here working myself to death, that the idea of doing anything but passing out at the end of a day really didn’t seem too appealing; but it also might be because I’m more of a modern art gal.
At any rate, since I wanted to take it easy post-food-poisoning, today seemed like the perfect day to give it a visit.
The museum itself is free, but they do charge an arm and a leg for parking. I suppose you could say that encourages carpooling, but whatever. It’s not like any of that global warming stuff is actually real or anything.
At any rate, the museum does make up for the parking charge by loading you into a tram to take you up the steep incline to the museum. If I were younger it’d be like a tiny amusement park ride. You get a great view of the 405 freeway from up there, too.
First thing I’ve heard from people is that the grounds are beautiful, and really, they are.
There’s a variety of plants in the surrounding gardens, and the views of Los Angeles are some of the best around.
But, we’re really here for the art, and there’s four buildings full, starting with art before the 1700’s and ending mostly around the 19th century. Although I find early art less interesting than contemporary, I did appreciate the plaques besides the paintings which would explain a little why they were considered important.
I’ll be honest, though; I noticed a lot of beaming reviews on Yelp, many of which claimed to like this museum because of its lack of modern art (because, that’s not real art, ya’ll!). After wandering through all of the galleries, and noticing how many of the works of the 17th and 18th centuries were strikingly photorealistic; and then hitting the section full of van Gogh, Manet, Monet, Degas, etc., I have to wonder who these art-sheep people are (art sheeple?)? I doubt any of them would complain that van Gogh was “not an artist”, and yet the less-detailed, less-precise works of this time period are vastly different from their ultra-realistic predecessors. How people aren’t able to extrapolate from that and apply it to contemporary works is beyond me. Ok, now I’m just a little sad.
In one section, I wandered into a small room containing sketches donated for a temporary exhibit. I feel bad that I already forgot the artist, but I had to smile a little when looked at the first one, only to realize it was a sketch of trapeze artists. Yes, sometimes these things do come full circle, now don’t they?
After a while, I started getting tired and hungry from all the walking around, so I decided it was time to call it a day. Overall, I’m glad I went. There’s certainly a lot of great, and often recognizable art, but yeah… I like to see what people in the here and now are sweating over.
But then I also noticed a “coming soon” exhibit banner: Jackson Pollock’s Mural. OK, now we’re talking. I might just have to return once again to check that one out. Look out patrons! Non-representational art is going to be invading your precious space!