Every year, twice a year, Pasadena opens up its art museums and similar venues for an evening of free browsing. This past Friday was one of those nights. In typical fashion, I decided to attend.
Boston Court Theatre was my venue of choice. Live entertainment: A hand percussionist. A doo wop group. An Appalachian style trio. All very good.
However, I also visited a few galleries and was, as always, amazed at what people can call art. A few sticks, some glue, a newspaper or two, staple it to the wall and you've got a hanging. Put a note with a name on it beside it and call it "art".
There was one installment that did surprise me. The reflecting pool in front of Pasadena City College. They repeated a previous art project of floating origami boats with lit candles on them. It was very interesting. Unfortunately, towards the end of the evening the boats had all clustered into a corner of the pool and were gradually bursting into balls of flame.
On that side of the pool, what appeared to be students, were desperately trying to put out the boats before they all turned into floating bits of charred candle remnants.
It made me sad.
The burning boats appeared to me to be more "art" than most of the exhibits I had seen that night and it was happening before our eyes. A statement was being made. Isn't that what art is ?
Boston Court Theatre was my venue of choice. Live entertainment: A hand percussionist. A doo wop group. An Appalachian style trio. All very good.
However, I also visited a few galleries and was, as always, amazed at what people can call art. A few sticks, some glue, a newspaper or two, staple it to the wall and you've got a hanging. Put a note with a name on it beside it and call it "art".
There was one installment that did surprise me. The reflecting pool in front of Pasadena City College. They repeated a previous art project of floating origami boats with lit candles on them. It was very interesting. Unfortunately, towards the end of the evening the boats had all clustered into a corner of the pool and were gradually bursting into balls of flame.
On that side of the pool, what appeared to be students, were desperately trying to put out the boats before they all turned into floating bits of charred candle remnants.
It made me sad.
The burning boats appeared to me to be more "art" than most of the exhibits I had seen that night and it was happening before our eyes. A statement was being made. Isn't that what art is ?
2 comments:
lol, i looked for you there, didn't see you, but somehow knew you were there.
A lot of people, lol...and a lot of places....
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