Life on Mars: An Art Exhibit at CMOA
I went to my first art museum today. Art is something I enjoy. I envy friends who seem to have that eye for photography. (My younger sister has it.) My mother and grandmother both painted. They gave me their steady hand, so I sketch fairly often in my moleskine as I take notes.
The museum I went to was the Carnegie Museum of Art. Across the street is the massive cathedral of learning- the heart of the University of Pittsburgh. There was a broad collection of all the major European and American eras within the past 200 years. Beyond that it was quite limited.
Life on Mars was their special exhibit. I first heard of this exhibit through the Gospel and Culture Project. (Funny how someone in Philadelphia enlightened a Pittsburgher to his own back yard).
Of the 30+ pieces in this exhibition, only one really caught my eye and left a deep impression. Thomas Hirschhorn’s Cavemanman. It was not a painting or a photograph, not even a sketch, instead this piece was a cave. Made of packaging tape (brown) the viewer was encapsulated by the entire piece and became one with it. As you walked through the cave their were dummies (obviously representing people). From these “people” there was foiled pipe arising from their minds duct taped to the wall. At the end of these pipes was more foil, but this time in the form of dynamite. Attached to this explosive device was a major philosophical book. Thomas Paine, Nietzche, the postmodern philosopher Michael Foucoult, and others were all represented throughout. Certainly a graphic image that ideas have consequences.
But that is not all. What are the consequences? There was one room in this cave where the ceiling was plastered by magazine photos of almost nude women, lesbianism, and video game shooters. Next to these pictures was a bookcase. In the “hallways” were photocopied pages from books. You are given the notion that these ideas led to this reality. Furthermore on the floor throughout the entire piece were empty pop cans. In the gallery guide that I picked up, it is said of this piece that the artists “examines the brutality and consumerism of our time.”
What I appreciated most about this piece is the reality that I became one with the story. All of my senses Hirschhorn employed to teach me his lesson. I did not just see art, I experienced it with my entire being. You had to watch your step the entire way through, as tripping was highly probable due to pop cans and taped rocks.
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