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Forget the art, enjoy the space

A bad photograph of three Bacons, via the author’s phone

I was lost, overwhelmed. The curvature was never-ending, a concrete bow. I exited one room, entered another, and had little sense where the art started or stopped.

I wondered if the great swing of the thing was to remind us that time bends.

The Los Angeles County Museum of Art, aka LACMA, recently r…