Don't get me wrong, art is art. But some art is just plain UGLY. So goes the story at the Museum of contemporary Art, or MOCA as its come to be known among youthful Urbanites of the Suburbs of LA.
Certainly, being an art-inspired individual whose work relies on never before seen creativity, coming here was an obligation. However, if you have a choice, don't even bother approaching MOCA.
ON OCASSION there are some exhibits that one may find marginally interesting, such as the Andy Warhol through the Ages exhibit featured here a few years back.
The staff knows what they are talking about, so at least in that sense one can hold a somewhat intelligent conversation.
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