(365 Things that don’t suck about L.A.)
A week or so ago JChevais told me about Schmutzie( thank you J!!!) and how we had some stuff in common and she was right. Please see this and this and be prepared to be amazed. I love Schmutzie’s blog and her writing and just visiting her blog for a few days and learning about her blog Grace in Small Things in which Schmutzie is “waging a battle against embitterment”. She explains her mission and how you can share in it better than I could as I am still bitter, or at least semi-sweet.
After reading a few of her Grace in Small Things posts I was inspired to stop constantly complaining about the place I live and tell you the good things in L.A, both large and small. Yes, there are good things. I am not sure I can do it but I am going to try and tell you 365 good things about L.A. This might take a while. Don’t get me wrong, I still hate this place. But I don’t hate:
The Getty is one of the most beautiful museums in the world and if I didn’t live here this is a place I would dream of visiting. For $10 parking I can get into one of the worlds most amazing museums in the United States. Truth be told it is the building and the location and not so much the collections or the shows at the Getty that make me brave the 405 freeway.
I will admit that when the Getty shut down its Malibu museum I was not at all happy to hear about the new Getty on the hill that Richard Meier was to create. I loved the original museum which is now the Getty Villa. I was sick that I could no longer visit this museum that felt to me more like a spiritual home than a mere museum.
I didn’t want to like the Getty only I couldn’t help it. I was unable to fight its Acropolis like significance. In a city whose culture is big budget film and non-fat frozen yogurt there was no denying the impact of the collective psyche of L.A. that having a museum high on the hill that would not be ignored.
When I go to the Getty I spend more time walking the building, the staircases and the gardens than I do the galleries. It is the space, the majesty and the way that Meier’s white stoned masterpiece gives me a kind of peace I have never felt in a church.
I like to sit by the main fountain and watch foreign tourists, students with their sketch pads, senior citizens on a day tour, and couples on an artsy date. There is not only a center to this building but many centers. I feel an impulse to visit the many centers of this one building and spend significant time in each one. This is not a museum with one center—but many—and all of the centers hold. That speaks to Richard Meier’s genius.
The last time I went to the Getty was after a session with Igor. He-weasel and I played hooky and we ate cauliflower curry soup and chicken wraps and sat outside with a view that only made the soup taste better. I am going to visit the Getty a lot while we are here. Some day I when we are living in a place that I love and we are far from L.A. I want to have memories of sitting in the Getty garden.
I could go on about why I love the Getty or you could just look at my pictures.
One down and 364 to go.
All pictures of the Getty were taken by me.