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Los Angeles Times
6 days ago
- Entertainment
- Los Angeles Times
Guadalupe Rosales crafts an analog Wayback Machine for a vibrant show at Palm Springs Art Museum
As an artist, Guadalupe Rosales is having fun, and she wants her audience to have fun too — and to think about what fun is and means. At least that sentiment, oriented toward pleasure and freedom, is what's telegraphed in the center of the Los Angeles-based artist's engaging and very timely solo exhibition at the Palm Springs Art Museum, where a checkerboard dance floor fills the central space. A makeshift DJ booth, assembled from a couple of upended shopping carts and some speakers, is at one edge of the checkerboard in the dimly lighted room, underscoring the general do-it-yourself ethos of Rosales' aesthetic. Motorized blue spotlights skitter across the floor and climb walls to the ceiling, where they rush past a pair of mirrored disco fixtures. These are not conventional 'Saturday Night Fever' spherical mirror balls but small rotating step-pyramids, doubled-up, flat sides pressed together one atop the other and then suspended, like mirror reflections of themselves. Teotihuacán meets Café Tacvba, a playful merger of ancient Mesoamerican civilization and a 1990s rock en español band in suitably fractured light. The '90s is the decade when Rosales, 45, entered her teenage years growing up on Los Angeles' Eastside. Like Teotihuacán and Café Tacvba, her exhibition looks into formative images and experiences from the past, glimpsed through a Chicana lens. (Women are prominent in the imagery.) She's gathered up ephemera — magazines, snapshots, lowrider bicycle parts, bandannas, street signs, keychains, newspapers, fuzzy dice to hang from a car's rearview mirror, feathers, fake flowers and more — and she's put them to one of two primary uses: Some form component parts of assemblage sculptures, while others are displayed in cases, like rare anthropological artifacts, or else tacked onto poster boards, like treasures from a teenager's bedroom. A side wall near the dance floor is papered with big blow-ups of joyful photographs showing jam-packed dancing at Arena, the massive, 22,000-square-foot former nightclub in Hollywood's old Union Ice building on Santa Monica Boulevard. Arena, like the adjacent club called Circus, was established by a couple of gay and Latino entrepreneurs as open-to-everyone party spaces — a radical departure during an era when discos were defined more by the vulgar discrimination of velvet ropes and vain bouncers policing entry. For people like me, who remember those clubs' heyday, even a memory of the name 'Union Ice' once prominently painted on the building's street wall flips into bitter irony, now that 'union' in daily American life has been purposefully shredded and 'ice' has become a thuggish term representing politicized, Gestapo-like cruelty. At an art museum, a dance club's once forward-leaning experience of scrappy social optimism — life and liberty fueling the pursuit of happiness — is enshrined as a necessary and valiant cultural value, which lends richness to Rosales' otherwise simple materials. The exhibition has four loosely thematic sections. In addition to the dance room, there's an introductory entryway, a gloomy nighttime space and a car culture gallery. The entry frames motifs that will ricochet through the exhibition, which is titled 'Tzahualli: Mi memoria en tu reflejo' (My memory in your reflection). Tzahualli is a Nahuatl word for spiderweb, a common metaphor for fragility, interconnectedness, beauty and, not least, potential entrapment. Rosales juxtaposes a wall of psychedelic party posters, glowing beneath blacklight, with a roadside shrine of flowers and votive candles remembering loss. They are laid at the base of a black wrought iron gate, which doubles as a portal between public and private realms and the inescapable suggestion of prison bars. Bandannas tied and knotted around the gate put a familiar symbol of individual liberation and civil rights resistance at the heart of the work. Behind it, a wide rectangular hole cut into a hot-pink wall offers a telling peek into the inner dance room. An eccentric fainting couch, the horizontal hole is lavishly embellished with plush pink tufted upholstery, like the tuck-and-roll interior of a sexy 1964 Chevy Impala, the ultimate 'Lowrider' in the movie of the same name. That upgraded car, jacked with hydraulics, could also dance, which may explain the little mirrored disco ball dangling within the narrow void of Rosales' sculpture. In a rear gallery, dark nighttime photographs are hung on walls painted black to denote the wee hours. They show fragmentary urban scenes — a few palm trees illuminated by the glow of an unseen automobile's headlights, the artist's bland backyard, some mute shops — but the images aren't compelling. A wall text speaks of the melancholy of returning home after a night of fun, but visually the mood is not there. Surely, they have personal meaning for Rosales' late-night excursions as an exploring kid, but for a viewer the shadowy imagery is merely obscure. More disarming is the car culture room, where high art and lowrider productively collide. A couple of big, brightly colored photographs of painted car hoods merge automotive details of swooping and jagged shapes with the look of abstract hard-edge canvases, a painting term coined by California art critic Jules Langsner in 1959 — the dawn of a distinctly L.A. aesthetic. Nearby, an eye-grabbing projection of 'found video' snatched from the internet documents a gasp-inducing, acrobatic quebradita dance contest held in a neighborhood parking lot. (It seems to be a church event.) The amateur video, like the recreational athletic dancing shown, celebrates a kind of homemade street art. The clip is DIY culture at its most satisfyingly vivid. By now, the spiderweb invoked as the show's title is pretty much in focus, with very different pieces in very different rooms nonetheless intertwined with one another. The exhibition's strongest individual objects are three mesmerizing 'infinity portals,' two on the wall and one on the floor. Rosales edged double-sided mirror glass with strips of shifting LEDs, which create a reflected illusion of depth cascading into visual eternity. One is framed in aluminum engraved with chain links and the words 'Lost Angeles' written in an elaborate font that zips between establishment Olde English 'Canterbury' style and illicit urban graffiti. Look closely, and 'Smile now, cry later' is etched into the clear glass below a suspended bandanna, a gently admonishing song lyric by Sunny and the Sunliners, the 1960s Chicano R&B group. The other two portals ruminate on the 1992 Los Angeles riots in the wake of the horrendous Rodney King police brutality verdicts, as well as furious demands for gay rights and survival help as the AIDS epidemic rampaged. One surprising element of the show is several engrossing display cases with zines and memorabilia of daily life during those fraught days. An archive of throwaways gets new life when presented as a natural history composed of cultural artifacts. Absorbing works built from archives are becoming increasingly prominent in the art world. The motif is built on such diverse precedents as Fred Wilson's sharply researched interventions into the establishment framework of museum storerooms and Elliott Hundley's dizzying collages of material pinned with long needles to panels, which position life's scraps somewhere between exotic butterflies captured for close study and therapeutic visual acupuncture. (An excellent Hundley solo survey is currently at the Santa Barbara Museum of Art.) With this exhibition, Rosales is poised to join their ranks. Archival interests among artists may be residue of our tumultuously evolving digital age. As they say, nothing digital is ever permanently deleted, leaving everything open to revival and reassessment. That, too, dates to the 1990s, when personal computers became common household items, putting an infinity portal into almost every home. Think of 'Tzahualli' as a worldwide spiderweb. The show was organized by PSAM chief curator and interim director Christine Vendredi, her first exhibition since joining the museum staff last year. Disappointingly, there is no catalog, but fragments of the art's fun-drenched analog Wayback Machine are destined to live on in digital ether.
Local Spain
21-02-2025
- Local Spain
Is Spain's Mallorca really 'treating tourists like animals'?
Another day, another wave of misguided sensationalist British newspaper headlines about the Spanish tourism sector. More specifically, outrage about new rules set to be implemented on the Balearic island of Mallorca that, according to several outlets, mean tourists will be 'treated like animals'. The headlines, pushed by some English-language tabloids in Spain and regurgitated in the UK, stem from new tourism regulations proposed by Palma city council. But how true is it, and is Mallorca really "treating tourists like animals"? Firstly, this seems to be partly down to a mistranslation and a misquote going viral. The proposed rules regulate a wide range of tourist behaviour related to various issues such as the use of scooters, vandalism, alcohol consumption in public places, signs and advertising, and spitting, among others, while limiting guided tourists that clog up the centre of Palma, Mallorca's capital. The line about 'animals' seems to come from a comment from a Mallorcan tourism bigwig complaining about limits on tour guide group numbers in the city centre. Gabriel Rosales, president of the Proguies Balearic tour group association, expressed his concern about the changes in the Spanish press. 'Currently the average group size is between 30 and 50, but it is striking that the city council did not take regional regulations into account before taking this step,' he told local daily Crónica Balear. 'What do we do with tourists who join the group, without being part of the initial group, when we are giving explanations? Do we microchip them like dogs so we know who's who? Do we hand out truncheons to dissuade those who are not part of the group?' he asked. So it appears that his sarcastic comments about having to 'microchip tourists like dogs' have been mistranslated as tourists being 'treated like animals', which has far harsher connotations and doesn't allude to Rosales' point that tour guides could struggle to keep track of the number of tourists or prevent others from spontaneously joining the group. This hasn't prevented news sites and tabloids back in the UK such as The Metro, Heart Radio, Daily Express and Birmingham Mail from running with the 'tourists treated like animals' in their headlines. Another of Rosales' gripes is the obligation for tour guides to visibly display their accreditation with their name and ID number, something that Rosales believes is a violation of privacy. "Privacy rights are being violated and it conflicts with the data protection law. How can it be that a police officer identifies himself with a number and we have to expose all this information? We are being treated like criminals," Rosales complained again rather hyperbolically. Note that a police officer in Spain can ask anyone for their ID card, which includes people's full name and ID number. So is Mallorca really 'treating tourists like animals'? In essence, the head of the Balearic's tourist guide association is complaining that the limitation of guided tours to a maximum of 20 people, as set out in the new rules, goes against regional regulations in force since 2015, which allow groups of up to 70 people. In the case of tours on scooters, bicycles or Segways, the maximum group size will now be four people. Similarly, loudspeakers and megaphones will not be allowed. The bylaw includes these as minor offences punishable by fines of up to €750. Rosales claims these changes will hurt tourist numbers, the local economy, and could even make tour guides unprofitable. These changes will come into force after their final approval in the plenary session in February. Do such measures involve 'treating tourists like animals'? Not at all. Regardless of whether the original quote that sparked the alarmist headlines was poorly translated or misconstrued, these reforms seem like sensible measures to regulate tourism on the saturated Balearic island. The Balearics received 15.3 million tourists in 2024, a 6 percent increase compared to 2023. Last year, Palma de Mallorca held two protests against mass tourism and its negative effects on residents and there were other demonstrations on the Mediterranean islands. So there is clearly a desire among locals for change. It's also worth noting that limits on tour groups have already been introduced in cities such as Valencia and Barcelona where hoards of tourists were clogging up squares and narrow streets in the city centre. Mallorca's tour group head may be concerned over the financial implications of having fewer people joining tour groups, but reducing the limit of people per group from 70 down to 20 is in the best interests of locals on the island, and certainly does not involve 'treating tourists like animals'.
