No such luck for me, so I check out his older works, which are on display as well. A separate section of the Japanese expatriate's massive studio has giant sculpted, painted, sucking lips puckering off of the walls. Satellite shots of islands that look like dirty bacteria hang in another location. In yet another room, I spot Robert Stack and his wife. He's not wearing a trenchcoat, so it takes a moment for me to recognize him. |
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Maybe the host of Unsolved Mysteries is looking for Arnold, Frank, and the
other stars whom I expected to greet me at the door. Or perhaps he, too, is there
to see how people are "impacted by this elemental force of light and how the energy
of the sun impacts basic life forces." I'm not sure about that, but Stack did get a
plateful of appetizers, an eyeful of glitter, and his picture taken by me. |
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I've had enough finger food and people dressed in black, so I walk out of the Malibu estate under the real stars. The work was dazzling and distracting, but I don't think it's necessarily art. Not unlike the movies by celebrities who were supposedly there, shifting lights without thought are just images without ideas. "I cannot say if my work is art," says Yamagata when asked to describe it, and neither can I. |