From where I live in downtown Los Angeles, I have a bird’s eye view of the back of the Disney Concert Hall–which contains a treasure called the REDCAT (the sweet acronym for Roy and Edna Disney Cal Arts Theater.) Legend has it that the place wasn’t even supposed to exist: it was built as an afterthought to the decades-in-the-making main structure. But I’m sure glad it does. As a neighbor, I get to enjoy the coffee bar there frequently, but it’s the art and performance that are the place’s mainstay.
Over the holidays, I wandered in and saw a 15 minute film in the gallery that captivated me. It didn’t make any sense. I couldn’t explain to you what it was that was great. I just liked the strange images, the dynamism of the music, and the fact that I was in a giant darkened space with no chairs, by myself, consumed by the work. There’s white carpet on the floor and I just made myself comfortable.
I couldn’t help but wonder: What would art critic Hunter Drohojowksa-Philp think of Raspberry Poser by a young artist from New York named Jordan Wolfson? So I asked her to meet me over there. Here’s her interpretation of what we saw: