Photos: David Choe @ Lazarides

David Choe

Right around the corner from Rodeo Drive, in the hollowed-out vestiges of a former clothing boutique, David Choe has filled the 8,000-square-foot Lazarides Gallery with staggeringly vibrant paintings, excellently explicit watercolors, and and Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade-sized balloons.

I stopped by on Friday with my art-loving bud Dave White, and discovered dimensions in Choe’s work that I had never noticed until seeing it on such a large scale. The massive paintings were surely impressive, but my favorites might be Choe’s more subtly executed watercolor homages to Neck Face, Pee-Wee Herman and Die Antwoord.

Read the L.A. Times’ article on the show, Nothing to Prove, for a primer on Dave Choe.

David Choe

Comments 1 Comment
Author Graham Kolbeins
Date April 27, 2010
Categories 3-D, Events, Los Angeles, Painting

One Response to “Photos: David Choe @ Lazarides”

WTF February 5, 2011 at 8:34 am #

I am sorry, but this is shockingly bad work, disjointed eclectic, referential, shallow, weirdly meaningless

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