I went to the Walker Art Center for the first time ever last night. Rebecca saw it due to culture me in some way or another, and so we found ourselves meandering through the labyrinth of exhibits pondering the mysteries of life. Needless to say I didn’t understand half of the exhibits.
My favorite was a digital projection of a talking dolphin that you could ask question via keyboard. One onlooker asked, “What is the meaning of life?”
The dolphin replied in a series of giggles and squeaks with a subtitle below reading, “Life is the apprehension of consciousness, which is all that a living entity can do.” Or something to that extent.
Another “painting” was simply a canvas painted black. It was supposed to be some sort of “abstract expressionism” symbolizing the Cold War era’s dread of nuclear holocaust. Another exhibit was three square canvases each painted a different color: red, blue, and yellow. The idea behind that one was that each of the colors is an abstraction and cannot be referent of anything independent of our minds.
One exhibit that made sense of the whole experience was a canvas with a slit down the middle. No paint, no drawing, just a tear down a perfectly blank rectangle. The concept behind this one was that the art medium of painting was dead. Or something.
I’m sure these interpretations aren’t exactly correct, but I’m not sure why that would matter. I mean isn’t that the point? To give everyone a subjective experience of nonsense? I don’t get it, I guess. And I am perfectly okay with that.
(some of the photography was cool, though)