Critical Mass for Levitated Mass

LOS ANGELES, 25 June — After a 43 year wait, Michael Heizer’s “Levitated Mass” opened here yesterday. Without seeing it in person, the 340-ton megalith “feels” to me like nothing so much as a JMW Turner painting. In works like “Hannibal Crossing the Alps” or “Storm at Sea” Turner (1775-1851) gave us his singular vision of the sublime power of nature.

Heizer’s patience in waiting 43 years to see this work complete matches Turner’s intensity in, for example, having himself strapped to a ship’s mast as it headed into a storm so he could better understand, and then represent, the experience. Experiences like “Levitated Mass” are sublime when we encounter them in nature, and to have the added conceptual resonance of a sculpture park at a massive urban museum complex should make this a singular experience in both its visceral and conceptual power.

Acknowledgements also to LACMA Director and master fund-raiser Michael Govan for both the large-scale dream and the ability to realize it in this urban landscape.

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Yesterday was opening day—finally!—for Michael Heizer’s Levitated Mass. The artist himself was on hand (and was even quoted by NBC has saying it was the happiest day of his life!),  leading throngs of people through his artwork for the very first time.

Here are some photos of the day:

If you didn’t get the chance to see it yesterday, don’t forget—as an outdoor sculpture in the park, Levitated Mass is free to experience any time, from morning till sunset. As a reminder to those of you who live in proximity to boulder’s transport route, don’t forget: we’re offering free admission to the rest of our galleries all week long if you have proof of residence in any of these zip codes.

Thank you to everyone who came out yesterday, to the donors who made Levitated Mass possible, and to Michael Heizer for realizing his artwork at LACMA!


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