MCA Denver
At lunch today I decided to go to the modern art museum a few blocks from my office.
I had never been there before.
I walked around the building twice trying to find the way in. There's the obvious entrance area, which seemed to lead to nowhere. "Funny joke, Art Museum" I though to myself. I eventually gave up circling the building and tried the obvious entrance again. The fucking wall rolled back, triggered by a motion sensor I guess.
Fuck you, modern art museum. You're already trying too hard.
Here's the thing I don't like about Modern Art: it's all trying too hard. You can just feel that needy, grabby-handed energy emanating from every piece. You can sense the reaching that the artist is doing. This is not expression; it's shouting at the viewer before it knows what it's going to say.
I walked through an installation that was so lazy I couldn't get properly worked up at how un-artistic it was. Two dozen pieces, same process for each- a section of newspaper with paint spilled on them, and one other form of media also paint covered (tack nails, coins, some rubber...). White paint, and black. Maybe there was blue? I can't recall. I thought "maybe it's the articles underneath that lend some significance," but no... dead end there. I thought "At what point did the artist stand back and say to themselves 'Okay, now I'm done- the 24 pieces that came before are enough'." Or did the artist somehow, in their "studio" gaze upon 40 or 50 such pieces and have to PICK between them, narrowing down the selection to just THESE 24 pieces that are equally uninspired and lazy? I dunno. I hate modern art so much.
So I purchased an annual membership.
I had never been there before.
I walked around the building twice trying to find the way in. There's the obvious entrance area, which seemed to lead to nowhere. "Funny joke, Art Museum" I though to myself. I eventually gave up circling the building and tried the obvious entrance again. The fucking wall rolled back, triggered by a motion sensor I guess.
Fuck you, modern art museum. You're already trying too hard.
Here's the thing I don't like about Modern Art: it's all trying too hard. You can just feel that needy, grabby-handed energy emanating from every piece. You can sense the reaching that the artist is doing. This is not expression; it's shouting at the viewer before it knows what it's going to say.
I walked through an installation that was so lazy I couldn't get properly worked up at how un-artistic it was. Two dozen pieces, same process for each- a section of newspaper with paint spilled on them, and one other form of media also paint covered (tack nails, coins, some rubber...). White paint, and black. Maybe there was blue? I can't recall. I thought "maybe it's the articles underneath that lend some significance," but no... dead end there. I thought "At what point did the artist stand back and say to themselves 'Okay, now I'm done- the 24 pieces that came before are enough'." Or did the artist somehow, in their "studio" gaze upon 40 or 50 such pieces and have to PICK between them, narrowing down the selection to just THESE 24 pieces that are equally uninspired and lazy? I dunno. I hate modern art so much.
So I purchased an annual membership.