The modern definition of good sculpture seems to rely on the infinitely meaningless word “interaction”.
I’m afraid my definition of interaction does not include standing, looking at an object and scratching my head trying to work out just what was going through the
conman artist’s brain as he created whatever-the-hell-it-is.
Today, as promised, I am highlighting not one, but two of the artworks which allowed me, and others, to relate to and “interact” with in a “meaningful” way.
[AAAgghhhhh – I’ve been infected by art-speak]
Firstly there is the deceptively simple “sticks” which is still overpriced at $3,300 despite the artistic twattishness of its description; This ephemeral sculpture endeavours to work harmoniously with Mother Nature to allow the soul of the stick materials and the site to “speak”.
At least it allowed a space to play for the young and the young at heart. I enjoyed seeing them enjoy themselves.
Completely different is “Through the Looking Glass”.
Reminding me of those security windows in stores which have narrow viewing slats from the manager’s side yet appear to be a mirror from the
potential thief’s customer’s side.
At least a – what is the user of a sculture? A customer, a viewer, a client? – can have fun here, finding the mirror segment which is reflecting some of “self”. I found my jeans-encased legs high on the left hand side. I liked the way you could see through it to the sea and even to a boat beyond.
So there were parts of this exhibition which I enjoyed.
The bad news is that tomorrow you get some more of the pretentious, the clumsy and the plain bad!