For those that have read my past blogs know of the fondness I have for museums, art or otherwise. (Read A True Love Affair or Oh to Be a Spy)
This time I traveled to Oceanside for sand, surf and art. At 704 Pier View Way, a moderate sized, stark white building with long panels of glass to allow all that wonderful light in is a calming site.
The women behind the desk are polite, helpful and informative. After directions are given about the current exhibits and their locations, I start with the Singh Family Gallery. Elaborate cars, with bright colors and indescribable detail, present themselves as bold owners of the room.
Hey Baby With the Cool Car
Cruisin’ Califas: The Art of Lowriding, gives insight to an American car culture. Lowrider is a term that described a car with a hydraulic setup that sits low to the ground. The paint jobs are elaborate, extravagant with impressive chrome features and unique upholstery designs. But it doesn’t stop here. The theme is also seen in sculptures, photography, paintings, bikes and motorcycles. The late 1960s marked a time of customized cars with low to the ground profiles officially known as lowriders.
The history of lowriding is found in the Charros, Mexican cowboys. Their adorned horses, tooled leather saddles colorful reins and silver embellishments were flaunted during traditional Sunday parades also known as Paseo or La Vuelta del Kiosko. (click on photos in gallery to enlarge)
From lowriders to evolution, Lee Silton, three-dimensional wooden wall sculptures present rhythm and movement through her abstract work. She explores the universal themes of “encapsulating, isolation escapism through a sense of motion.”
One of my favorites, Cloud, wood and paint, 2001, displays such movement. The colors in the piece, not loud or obtrusive, instead are calm and transport the message of the sculpture.
A return to the 1st floor and into the Gleason Gallery for the display, Contemporary Art Wins a Beachhead; The LaJolla School of Arts 1960-1964. The work displayed in this room gives a visual explanation to the establishment of the art center and the talent that was rising.
The second function was the in-house art school with a family of contemporary artists in the 1960s, becoming the LaJolla School of Arts introducing it to the San Diego area.
A walk into the Museum store ended my tour with the very pleasant Brenda Macbaisey. We spoke of photography and her father’s history of the trade and the inclusion of art into her family. Our shared interest in travel transported me to grand shores and distant lands for a brief time.
It is through these casual and enlighten meetings with strangers that makes my world a much better place.