MOMA – And I Don’t Mean, 'Model Matt'
We had our timed entry to the Tim Burton exhibit at the MOMA on Thursday from 12:30 to 13:00. We were browsing some images in a lower level gallery and after 20 minutes thought – is this it? At 12:50 we realized that the main exhibit was on another floor and we ran upstairs. The gallery was PACKED. I thought it was only going to be pieces from his movies but it was so much more. There were hundreds of conceptual drawings, videos, models and early scripts. There were lots of dark, twisted ideas and imagery. The most upsetting part was a model of Sarah Jessica Parker’s decapitated head from ‘Mars Attacks’.
We also checked out ‘The Artists is Present’ – an exhibit by Marina Abramovic. Her medium is the nude body. To enter the gallery, you have to walk between two nude models standing about one foot apart. And it wasn’t so much ‘walking between’ as it was ‘squeezing between’. There was one man and one woman. It was interesting to see which model people chose to face as they passed though. Anna, Chris, Matt and I all entered the gallery between the models. Jeff did not. POOR JEFF. Inside, there were images, videos and live models. Some of it was a bit… odd. For example, there were a series of three videos on the wall. One had women flashing their genitals in the rain, one of a woman caressing her breasts in field, and one of men copulating with the ground. Viewed in isolation, they were pretty bizarre. But we read that it was actually depicting Baltic agricultural folklore. Women would flash their genitals to stop the rain, rub their breasts to call for rain and the men copulating with the ground represented fertility. Crazy.
There was an episode of Sex and the City when Carries meets Alexander Petrovsky at a gallery where there’s an exhibit of a woman living in the gallery for 12 days without food. That whole set up is now in the MOMA. There were a series of VERY minimal ‘rooms’ elevated above the floor and fully exposed the the gallery. The ladders to access to living spaces were made of knives… to discourage the artist from escaping.
After the MOMA, Anna and Jeff left and Chris, Matt and I went to Macy’s. Macy’s is terrible. I thought Erin was biased because she was a bitter former-employee. No, it’s total crap. It was such an enormous waste of time. Do not bother going there. It was just…. ghetto. I’m so sorry I doubted you, Erin. Forgive me? The three of us had dinner in Macy’s food hall. It was dec but in a basement and still kinda smelled of cigarette smoke from the 80s forward. After sitting for a while, we realized that we were all completely exhausted and wanted to die. Maybe we partied too hard the night before? In any case, Chris and Matt ended up bailing on the opera despite having already bought tickets, and the three of us went back to the condo to chill, eat junk food and watch Dr. Who.
We also checked out ‘The Artists is Present’ – an exhibit by Marina Abramovic. Her medium is the nude body. To enter the gallery, you have to walk between two nude models standing about one foot apart. And it wasn’t so much ‘walking between’ as it was ‘squeezing between’. There was one man and one woman. It was interesting to see which model people chose to face as they passed though. Anna, Chris, Matt and I all entered the gallery between the models. Jeff did not. POOR JEFF. Inside, there were images, videos and live models. Some of it was a bit… odd. For example, there were a series of three videos on the wall. One had women flashing their genitals in the rain, one of a woman caressing her breasts in field, and one of men copulating with the ground. Viewed in isolation, they were pretty bizarre. But we read that it was actually depicting Baltic agricultural folklore. Women would flash their genitals to stop the rain, rub their breasts to call for rain and the men copulating with the ground represented fertility. Crazy.
There was an episode of Sex and the City when Carries meets Alexander Petrovsky at a gallery where there’s an exhibit of a woman living in the gallery for 12 days without food. That whole set up is now in the MOMA. There were a series of VERY minimal ‘rooms’ elevated above the floor and fully exposed the the gallery. The ladders to access to living spaces were made of knives… to discourage the artist from escaping.
After the MOMA, Anna and Jeff left and Chris, Matt and I went to Macy’s. Macy’s is terrible. I thought Erin was biased because she was a bitter former-employee. No, it’s total crap. It was such an enormous waste of time. Do not bother going there. It was just…. ghetto. I’m so sorry I doubted you, Erin. Forgive me? The three of us had dinner in Macy’s food hall. It was dec but in a basement and still kinda smelled of cigarette smoke from the 80s forward. After sitting for a while, we realized that we were all completely exhausted and wanted to die. Maybe we partied too hard the night before? In any case, Chris and Matt ended up bailing on the opera despite having already bought tickets, and the three of us went back to the condo to chill, eat junk food and watch Dr. Who.
posted by Douglas J. Stiles, BA Hons, MES! at 6/05/2010 10:02:00 p.m.
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