I think I am becoming boring as time progresses as my blog entries will start the same way ... "Sorry I haven't writtenshootIwassobusy yadda yadda yadda " ... and it's all true .. I just don't feel motivated enough after a day of activities (TG that I can do all these activities though).
Two weeks ago I went with Mickey to see the
"BODIES" exhibition by South Street Seaport. There was so much publicity about the exhibit that I just had to go and see those imagined half cut bodies floating in clear stuff, somewhat like the scene from the first Freddy Krueger movie that I've never seen. Well, it wasn't like that! There were dried out Asian people (mostly men - sorry guys) and under a glass was a display of their organs. Their muscles dried on the skeleton in a position of a marathon runner for a nike add looked like beef jerky (the one that they sell in 7/11 by the cash register - yukk). Anyway, I wasn't impressed, as I've seen what's inside of me already in a nursing high school that I attended.
On the other hand, this was the first time that I've gotten face to face with my enemy. There it was under the glass, kind of brownish pinkish and bubbly. I kept staring at it thinking how glad I was that they took it out of my body! Freakin' breast cancer is an exhibition piece like some royalty!
Mickey, my friend and I just walked around having some educational time while passing by embryos of all sizes, intestines, lungs of smokers and non, skeletons and cancers and then we arrived to a HUGE index finger. This thing was like 10 times the normal size and someone logically remarked that "it would be great to have it for hitch-hiking" ... we agreed!
Do you ever go to the museum, walk around for 2-3 hours, read most of the captions, then leave and ask yourself if you remember anything and the answer is ZIP?
Well, I made a point to leave at least with one piece of factual knowledge (I am not very ambitious that way to remember more) so here:
"Every single person on Earth spent half an hour of their life as a single cell". (Is that a good or a bad thing?)
People go on and on about how gross this exhibit is and unethical and disturbing and then we end up going to PS1 last weekend ...
PS1 is part of the MOMA and is in Queens. Every summer the museum organizes a so called
"WARM UP" party with a DJ and an exhibit outside called "Urban Beach" as well as inside. It's a great place to people watch or take your children and point out how they should dress if they do not want to get their weekly allowance money.
So, we walk inside passing through the "Content maybe disturbing, no-one under 17" sign, turn around a corner and realize that we are face to face with a detail oriented photograph of an anus blown up to the size of half the wall ... the exhibition gets only more interesting as we walk past another set of photographs depicting a woman squatting in the middle of an empty room and doing the number dos (translation: taking a shit) poopies hanging of her butt (I am so sorry for being graphic, but I almost puked seeing it, so I'd love to share the notion ;) the second picture gets even better .. the woman is smearing her "product" all over the floor .... another artist made a soap from her poop and put a nice wrap around it (not sure if it smelled like roses, but I am glad it was behing a glass window!) ...
The exhibit is named "Into Me/Out of Me" .. I guess we started off somehow with the out of me part ... As we walk around and get to the self-inflicting pain part ... a naked girl on a movie is doing a hoola hoop made out of bob wire cutting into her flash, huge picture of body cuts, a movie of a woman walking with a bucket of blood ...
Grrrr ... I was so upset .. no other exhibition stirred me up so much as this sicko stuff ... while walking past the pieces of "art" I kept reassuring myself with the words of my art professor, Dr Grimaldi from Dowling: "Art does not have to be beautiful, it should be thoughts provoking" .. yeah yeah but this one?
Well, I am not sure if disgusting qualifies for "Thoughts provoking", however it did strike up an interesting conversation with Geoff's friend Brian whom we met that later that day ... after hearing my review of the exhibition Brian suggested another piece exhibit: A soap with your roommates’ pubic hair stuck on it, caption "Staying over at friends house for a day"
So surprising what some people call art ... I think the real art is if they actually pooped, took a picture of it and made their living!
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