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| ...From the line-defying curves, swirls, & spirals of Bad Blumau to the squares within squares at MUMOK in Vienna, where Cy Twombly's expressionist mush seemed to strain against the confines of its rectilinear frames. I don't mean mush in a bad way, but I kind of got that seen one, seen 'em all feeling. I'm drawn towards narrative in art, so I got more food for thought from Mind Expanders*, an exhibit of artifacts & documents chronicling actions, happenings, and freakouts from 1968 when actionist artists sought to disrupt the status quo through disturbing and often funny social interventions. But as our host Herr Eschen said at dinner last night, it's not any work in particular which makes going to museums interesting; it's the way looking at a lot of art alters one's way of seeing. I certainly got that sense when we stepped out and every bench and bit of trash seemed to be suddenly imbued with much more meaning. *That's how I felt at the time, but Twombly's work has stuck with me longer, lingers in the mind's eye. How much a work haunts you is a good measure of quality. |
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