The daily mundanity of Los Angeles (or any other city) cannot be appreciated while riding in a car. In the slog of walking north on Alameda from 8th Street, on my way to the Arts District, I stopped at a warehouse/storefront—one of hundreds in the area—selling shelf upon shelf of objects, as far as the eye could see. Plastic, metal, animated, illuminated, fabricated—a catastrophic mountain of use and re-use later invoked by JASON RHOADES: INSTALLATIONS, 1994–2006, an exhibition that takes over most of the gallery space at the Hauser & Wirth complex. According to a wall text, Rhoades saw “shopping as a sculptural gesture.” This is the studio, its production, and the cutting-room floor all in one.

“[Jason Rhoades’] work was way more complicated than this idea that it was about California, or about America….There was kind of a fog in it….It wasn’t so easy to find your way into it sometimes.” — Paul McCarthy*

Divided into six installations—Swedish Erotica and Fiero Parts (1994), My Brother / Brancuzi (1995), The Creation Myth (1998), My Madinah: In pursuit of my ermitage (2004), The Black Pussy…and the Pagan Idol Workshop (2005), and Tijuanatanjierchandelier (2006)—the show was organized by Paul Schimmel, his last before departing the gallery in February 2017.


JASON RHOADES: INSTALLATIONS, 1994–2006, through May 21, 2017.

HAUSER & WIRTH LOS ANGELES, 901 East 3rd Street, Arts District.


*Diane Haithman, “He Left Behind One Last Puzzle,” Los Angeles Times, August 18, 2006.

Jason Rhoades Image: Semotan

Jason Rhoades
Image: Semotan

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