Category Archives: Photos

When You Care Enough to Send the Anapest

Goodnight, Mrs Calabasas, wherever you are.

‘Twas the week before Christmas, and grocers grew fey,
As they set out their produce in cheery display
In which veggies foreshadow the Birth of the Lord
With a Rudolph the Red-Nosed made out of a gourd,
It was captured by Mrs N. Work with her phone
As she shopped for potatoes and fresh provolone,
And repurposed to say have a most Happy New
Year, and Merriest Christmas. Yours, Nice W.


National Watermelon Day

Not to be confused with Andrew W. MellonDid you know that today is National Watermelon Day? Well, neither did we until a few minutes ago. In observation of so worthy a vegetable, we at NiceWork bring you this photo of actual bins of actual watermelons at an actual Ralph’s Fine Foods. It was snapped for no reason only yesterday, so the chances are good a quick visit to the Ralph’s at Topanga and Ventura will snag you one of these beauties.

If you prefer your melons shot to pieces with exploding rounds, you might want to CLICK HERE.

Not to be confused with John Cougar Mellancamp.

Et in Arcadia Eggo

In truth, they were et in Woodland Hills.

Photo taken near the corner of Colorado Street and Michillinda Avenue (outside Coco’s Family Restaurant) in Arcadia, California. October 23, 2009, 12:30 PM. Coordinates: 34.14804, -118.067708. Click on the photo for further information.

A Handle on Art

Filled with iced stimulant.We needed to escape the house late this morning because of noisy workmen; or, more accurately, because of calm, quiet, dignified workmen with noisy power tools. Ear splitting. So we filled our insulated go-cups with stimulants and fled to LACMA.

Our initial intention of checking out the exhibit of Roman goodies dug up from ill-fated Pompeii (and even more ill-fated Herculaneum; more ill-fated because always second-billed) dwindled away as we lazily munched turkey sandwiches in the Plaza Cafe and debated which U.S. city would be the best to bury in lava for the sake of future curiosity-seekers. (The winner: Orlando, Florida. Imagine the pathos excited two millenia hence by plaster casts of Disney costumed figures.)

Too filled with lunch-gladness to face the sorrows of of 79 A.D., we thought it better to save Pompeii for a future trip. We chose instead to trot over to a couple of galleries where we could enjoy leaning into the gale-force blasts of hue given off by so-called “color field painters” like (fave) Sam Francis, Mark Rothko and Clyfford Still.

Just beyond the sculpture are the La Brea Tar Pits.No use pencil sketching these guys — too minimalist. Nor any use taking photos of them; half their effect depends on their size. So all I can offer as decoration for this wee post is a photo (above) of a stimulant-filled go cup and another (below) of the glass door of the Plaza Cafe where we had eaten turkey sandwiches and discussed urban volcanic catastrophe. The reason I took the latter photo was the shadow of the door handle on the floor. Who would have guessed that a handle shaped like this would produce a shadow shaped like that? Not me.

Advertising Art

Look! It's Urban Light!Museums, along with every other institution, are taking a hit in these straitened times; or so I dimly gather from Tweets, weblogs and half-read newspaper articles. Museum investments (the interest on which keeps the Monets on the wall) have taken a hit. Donors, too, having taken hits themselves, are not donating at those gracious levels that make curators do their little victory dances after successful fundraisers. Worst of all, economic distress has resulted in museum employees being layed off.

All tough news. I don’t know what I’d do without art museums. Schmooz tycoons? The section in my Rolodex where I list all the wealthy art-collectors  who I can drop in on for a bit of cultural uplift is pretty thin. Empty actually.

The Dürer bug scares me.So I was pleased to see these clever ads for two of my art-gawking mainstays: the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) and The Getty Art Museum. I fervently hope the ads return whatever they cost with a stampede of new art-hungry visitors and museum gift shop spenders.

These particular posters which I spent long minutes studying — I assume there are others placed strategically around the Greater Los Angeles Metropolitan Area — curve about one side of cylindrical advertising pillars, sharing space with notices about new movies and places to make one’s skin silky smooth. The pillars themselves stand in the Calabasas Commons, a somewhat upscale mall where women shop for overpriced clothing while their bored husbands stand around abjectly on the sidewalk taking pictures of pillars with ads for local art museums.

May the notices call as strongly to the monied hordes as they called to me.

Celebrating Urban Light

No, not Saturn, but one of the Urban Light lamps, plus a moon.We found our complimentary print copy of LACMA‘s Celebrating Urban Light waiting for us upon our driveway today. Our joy was audible. You, reader, unless you are one of the chosen few whose cunning snaps of Chris Burden’s Urban Light art thing can be found between the covers of this fine volume, will have to pay for your print copy.

You can do just that here: BUY ME A ART BOOK. A barrel of monkeys pales besides the cornucopia that is this fine publication. Only consider the contents: Essays, poetry, a revealing interview with the reclusive Mr. Burden himself, to say nothing of all those who-woulda-thunk-it angles managed by the indefatigible Urban Light photographers including young Mlle. NiceWork.The lad shouted joyously as he capered.

Urban Light Book

The running child's name is Cy.We were thrilled to learn from the Los Angeles County Art Museum that Lizzie’s photo of the kid running through Urban Light — the wonderful installation by Chris Burden — was one of those selected to grace LACMA‘s book about that useful artwork.

The honor is spread among one hundred fifty or so other entrants, yet honor it remains. You may look at the online version of the book HERE. Lizzie’s fine photo, you will see, gets a certain alphabetical advantage.

You may want to own your own copy of the book, one printed on paper and giving tactile as well as visual pleasure. Very well. You shall be satisfied. Go HERE to place your order. A second copy would make a fine Saint Patrick’s Day gift.

If all you care to do is see a larger version of the photo on my Flikr page — never mind the tactile pleasure — that too is easily done: Click on the photo illustrating this post.

Rosey-fingered Dawn, acrylic on canvas board, 2009Commercial Break: Daughtergirl, flush with her LACMA success, now offers her artwork for sale through good old Etsy.

You may view a larger reproduction of this fine deKooningesque figural study HERE. Or you can click on the thumbnail image.