So, how many Germanys does it take to comprise a legitimate art exhibit?
I guess two...
But that depends on your definition of Germany.
So yea, me and a couple of friends decided to take off the shackles of "My Name Is Earl" and venture out into the underground world of Cold War art exhibits in Los Angeles County.
Luckily our vast knowledge of suburban drug culture led us to a quaint little gallery, according to Corey it was called "LACMA"? Of course, I assume, he just made that name up to break the awkward silence, as it would be absurd to imagine that such an above par collection of minds would flock toward such a below par collection of letters. But not knowing is half the fun. I haven't quite figured out where to find the other half, but I have my theories.
The real adventure was getting there, cause in order to keep up with secrecy all the directions were written in palindromes, and used hidden landmarks instead of street names. By the way, the scenic route was not worth the extra ten minutes.
But seriously, the exhibit itself was rather amusing. It featured a nice mix of different styles and different media. I have some pictures, but I can't really put them up here for various reasons. The best piece had to be the elevator. It was clear! Like dude, what were they taking when they came up with that. I mean like what if it breaks down, you'll be stuck but you'll be able to see the outside world. I mean that would be trippy, like making a social statement or something. There were also two cool pieces on the bottom floor. I forgot who they were by, but they looked like giant ribbons/mazes and we kind of walked inside one of them. Oh yea, there were also some toddler floatation devices caught in a chain-link fence, but that could have just been the map of the museum.
So in conclusion, art exhibits and Los Angeles go together like peanut butter and jelly...
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