Monsieur Zohore’s absurd, irreverent artwork tends to steal the show wherever it’s on view. While the artist is best known for his paintings on paper towels and his confrontational, campy performances, Zohore’s work often makes people laugh at first, then realize that these pieces are searing satires of deeply troubling racial realities in America.
His new show at M+B in Los Angeles, “My Condolences,” is a satire of the outsized trend of figurative painting by Black artists in the art market. The artist asked 93 different artists to paint, while at the opening, Zohore lied in a handmade casket and asked viewers to kiss him through a cut-out in the wood (it’s on view now through February 18th). Let’s take a look at what that process was like…
Bonjour, je m’appelle Monsieur Zohore and welcome to the installation of my most recent show “MZ.25 (My Condolences)” at M+B in Los Angeles. Putting a show together with 93 artists in it was an all-hands-on-deck kind of situation. Even my gallerist, Benjamin Triggano, was doing construction work.
A lot of people thought I had a death wish when I told them I was trying to get 93 artists to make portraits of me, to which I would respond “No, I have a death wish because my contribution to the show is a coffin that is also a kissing booth.”
If all of this wasn’t enough chaos I decided to crank out a few more of my paper towel paintings just for shits and gigs.
A long day wouldn’t be complete without a long dinner with my two favorite French clowns, Benjamin Triggano and Olivier Babin. Meals with them are always dinner and a show.
Planning meetings with Tess from the gallery all took place at a Lisa Vanderpump establishment because why not? You know you would too if you could. Here we are in front of Sur.
This was the most innovative install I have ever experienced. Benson from the gallery had a solution for every problem, like how to reheat pizza at lunch.
A show of 93 portraits meant 93 sittings. Here I am after posing for Marianne Simnet at Hollywood Forever Cemetery.
Closed out this day with a bougie sushi dinner with Cameron Patricia Downey, who flew in from Minneapolis for the show.
Back at the gallery on the last day of install and it’s go big or go home, like this massive Fawn Rogers video sculpture. Pro Tip: Track suits from Target make your ass look great.
Had to move the studio outside…for my hangover after having too many bougie sushi martinis at dinner last night.
But here comes my bestie Jo Messer to the rescue. She always knows exactly what I need to get through the day.
Install is finally over and I go look for a little R-E-S-P-E-C-T with LaKela Brown.
You haven’t lived till you give a lecture in a coffin you built for yourself.
I never thought my last supper would be vegan tacos in L.A. with Sandy Williams IV, Aaron Fowler, LaKela Brown, and Claude Wampler, but I can’t say I mind.
Claude Wampler told me It’s bad luck to not buy a new outfit for your opening so we had to go shopping.
And it’s even worse luck to not have you fit cosigned by the baddest chick in the room. Thank god Chiristina Ine-Kimba Bolye waltzed in just in time.
I hope you didn’t think I was kidding when I said I built myself a coffin that is also a kissing booth.
Could have done this piece all day. My only regret is not charging for the privilege of my smooches.
Performance is over and it’s finally time to party. Nicole Nadeau and Jade Catta-Preta gas me up as I wait for my celebratory special chocolate to kick in.
My chocolate finally hits and I decided to spend the rest of my opening rolling around on the floor. Thank god Lucy Bull was down.
Who else would you want driving the getaway car than Auttriana Ward in this wig! My mind on chocolate could not be more pleased!
Not sure who took this picture but bless them for making sure I looked my best.
Nothing is better for a hangover than gossiping with Claude Wampler over lobster.
This was my first time going to the beach in L.A. and I have to say it was worth the wait… even if I had to simulate my own death to get there.