I went by Bobbi's show again this week, this time looking in the grlelay windows rather than entering. The posters hung I could almost see them fluttering, and they looked a bit frail, perhaps even tenuous, and I thought about the strengths and the grandnesses that I experience in them. One of this works' strengths is the absence of an apology for its humble materiality. I get no sense of these works of art asking permission from the canon to be included the objects and ideas simply exist and in doing so make their presence a fact to be dealt with. This modest objecthood feels right to me and very much of this moment and of this place. It is timely now, when our larger institutions in the city are arguing for inclusion in some imagined art history, that artists on the ground in Los Angeles (and probably elsewhere) are making work that soon will make that art history and the canon we all know, love and despise beside the point.Don't negotiate create.Not to put too much weight on Bobbi Woods. This comment is not intended to damn Woods with my ruminations this is simply the way my mind works. I see the world in the fluttering breeze from an air conditioning vent, as it moves a work of art.