If you know about Ed Ruscha it's probably because of his big, graphic, super-charged color litho prints of his "Standard Gas Station" drawings. Very graphic. Lots of diagonals. Rich color. One trick ponyistic approach. But what you may not know is that he made lots and lots of very, very boring photographs; mostly in black and white, of very, very boring things and then put them together in small books. The pacing and pairing of images in the books are not helpful in igniting any more interest or curiosity than the prints laid out flat on the walls in perfectly square museum frames. Not even the perfectly cut matts could imbue them with any sort of energy or allure.
I went to see the show because I'd seen the (non-photographic) big lithographic prints in shows from time to time and wondered what his photography would be like. Hmmm. Imagine putting an old Yashica twin lens camera on the front of a robot and then programming the robot to learn what the least interesting visual construct might be for human beings and then to pursue endless numbers of these images. One book and show contained something like 48 aerial photographs of parking lots attached to stores or office buildings. Ed Ruscha did not take the photographs but instead hired a photographer to do so from a helicopter and then used the images for his combinative works.
All the parking lots are about the same; mostly oblique shots, all in black and white. All well printed in the square format. None are remotely interesting. None have "hidden messages," stand out features or even a "where's Waldo" spice of antagonism to them.
Ruscha later applied the same raw talent to Hollywood swimming pools but in this collection stepped outside his decades old comfort zone to create each swimming pool shot in painful 1970's color.
I was so embarrassed. I had gotten good night's sleep the night before I saw the show but I made the mistake of pausing too long in front of a collection of photographs of the fronts of strip mall stores. I must have nodded off around one p.m. and napped (miraculously, standing up like a sleeping horse) for the better part of an hour before a security guard came to see why I had been motionless for so long. He jostled me awake and I ran from the building so as to take no risk that the sheer boredom of the Ruscha show might paralyze me for all time. Having escaped I can only say that it is possible to take the construction of pure boredom and, through relentless manifesto-ing, contrive to make it into an academic art form.
Rating? As many thumbs down as I could possibly muster. It's not that I have trouble understanding the context or intention for the "works" it's more that I think whoever thought to curate this monstrosity of soul sucking emptiness should be relegated to helping kindergartners learn to nap via art appreciation. This show gives kindling to the conservative republican spirit of despising all modern and academic art. If they ever find out Ruscha got grants to make this stuff all hell will break loose, and then real artists will have an even harder time finding funding or patronage.....
Skip. Or take a pillow.