Take me to see installation art. I was inspired by Marilyn's guest post on Joe's Blog to share some of my artsy interests. I'm not sure what it is about installation art that gets me but I think it is the fact that I've always been intrigued by mixed media and working in the theatre gives me an appreciation of creating an atmosphere that the audience can get wrapped up in. When you combine the two, you get installation art. I started getting into it in college when I'd walk through the art building on my way across campus. They usually had a mixed media class every quarter and one of the projects was to do an installation in a room they had set aside. I always looked forward to the newest installation. My interest grew when I visited Pittsburgh the summer after I graduated college. My friend Jeffy took me to The Mattress Factory, an installation art museum that used to be just that: a mattress factory. There were several great pieces there but one that really stood out to both of us (he was starting a master's in theatrical lighting design) was an exhibit by James Turrell. He uses light for his installations and does some incredible things with light and space. One of his pieces (below) looks like a projection of bluish light when you first walk in the room, and as you get closer to the back wall you realize that it's really a hole cut in the wall and the light is in a separate room behind the hole. INCREDIBLE!
My other favorite exhibit also made me very uneasy. A mirrored room with mannequins painted with polka dots. When you close the door you enter from, the room reflects a thousand rooms that go on forever, as well as your reflection and the polka dot mannequins. It was at the same time amazing, intriguing and frightening. I kept feeling like someone was going to step out from somewhere and I wouldn't know from where because it was all mirrors.
Totally Trippy!
Yes. I'm one of those hippie freaks that wish she had seen the Sensation exhibit when it was in New York. My brother in law can't figure out why anyone would want to go to the Tate Modern Museum of Art in London. Me? I can't figure out why someone WOULDN'T!
Friday, August 11, 2006
How to make me a happy girl
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Interesting blog (seriously, for once I'm not being sarcastic). I like both the pictures you chose and the idea of that mirrored room is so cool.
Fantastic. Every time I read someone's blog about the art exhibits they've gone to or the neat experiences they've had that only being near a large city can offer, I get this urge to move to a different place.
Cool. I'd never heard of installation art before. Now I want to go somewhere and find some.
I need someone like you to go with me, I usually stay far away from museums but this looks really intriguing...coming to Houston anytime soon???
MT: I think you'd really like installation art, we should make a plan to go see some maybe in Seattle?
DB: no need to move! Except for in college I never saw any of this stuff at home, just find a museum when you're on a trip! Minneapolis isn't too far away from you, have an adventurous weekend:)
Laura: I'm willing to bet they have installation art in Florida, let me know what you find!
Drake: No plans as of right now, but I'm GOING to make it to New Orleans before I die, so I'll let you know when I get close :)
I LOVE the polka dotted one!!!!!!!
I love the concept of what it's saying.
Oh come on!
Installation art is one thing... Even I can appreciate it and I can see that someone has put EFFORT into it (And that's the key here) The piles of pure CRAP they exhibit in the tate Modern is another thing entirely!
I mean come on... Who in this world wants to go all the way to a museum to see a fucking unmade bed?! I have one at home... It's a lot closer.
And you just KNOW that there are some seriously drug disturbed freaks out there who call themselves art critics that look at this crap and spout nothing but BULLSHIT about "how it represents the futility of the repressed soul"... IT'S A BLOODY MESSY BED FOR FUCKS SAKE! It represents nothing more than a pathetic attempt to grab some money. And what's worse, is there are people willing to PAY for it! As the London riverboat guides are fond of saying... At least they charge an entrance fee that represents the quality inside... NOTHING!
Geez! Clearly there's no accounting for tastes!
Sorry for the rant, but you touched a raw nerve! Damn you!
Ok...
Feeling...
Better...
Now.....
And by the way, the polka dot one is cool...
Jeez, those Brits are alittle touchy, eh? (you KNOW I love you Boob tester)
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