Window Surprise (by monkeyspin)
It’s some sort of… Not safe for work? I think we’ll go with that.
Omg. Where the fuck is this!?
I would also like to know where this is…
it’s my house twenty years from now
Someday I’ll get to see the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Last time I was in New York things just didn’t pan out. When circumstances are better I know I’ll make it. And I’ll brush up on some history too. I am told there’s a huge Egyptian tomb that is in there in it’s entirety. I’d break someones nose to get a chance to go back.
Where are we going? Is it over? When did it end? I don’t know. The parking lot could be art. The locker room. The path. The paintings on the walls at the bar. Who determines what’s what. The brick wall with the sunset was more beautiful than the art under florescent light.
I am not waxing philosophical. I’m simply naive.
Sometimes we just need to be a part of something. This guy was joshing for about 20 seconds before I realized he was photo-bombing.
This art is a lie. What is trust for if there are lies.
This art is beautiful because it’s all deception. The mushrooms are on the wall. The paint and cups and brushes are all made of painted Styrofoam. The seeds are painted ceramic. The doors overlooking the fog are a painting. Can we trust the artist? Or do we appreciate that they are honestly lying to us.
A Man is the SUm of his LImits!
Honestly? I hated this room when I first walked in. It took about 30 seconds for me to realize it was just really intense, and the gestalt of it all was amazing. Irreverent, high color, a strong idea and strong strokes. Prolific? Idk. I know nothing about this artist. It just seems like they’re doing what they want to, and I love that.
I will post some others from this exhibit. The artist is into mysticism and it shows in a lot of the art.
This is my favorite room in the Walker building itself (That other room is outside). It’s described in the last picture. Sorry it’s hard to read.
Check out that loser on the right. Going into that door. That doorway doesn’t go anywhere, there’s just a door in there!
I think that doorways are the doorways to the soul.
You can’t have two favorites. Except I do. The black mirror is next to the brutal looking thing. I feel bad that I didn’t keep track of artists or anything. Go to the Walker Art Center, check this shit out.
It’ll blow you away.
This is my favorite piece of art at the Walker. I want to punch it or something. It is all wired together and rough and brutal, but the edges arn’t hard. It’s a canvas and wire brutal instead of a rough cement and metal rectangles.
It’s my favorite room at the Walker Art Center. I still need to go next time it rains.
Expensive toys are the best. Even if you’re borrowing them from someone else.