So, by the by we two left-brainers found ourselves with tickets to one of Vienna’s contemporary art museums, MUMOK. The museum is not a favorite of ours (we’ve visited on just one other occasion since we arrived here) but it is January after all, where the only other weekend activities are balls and brunches, neither of which we pursue.
The exhibit aimed to “explore representations of nature in reference to social processes and historical events.” So far so good, except that almost all of the representations were bad.
We mostly appreciated the exhibit, but I would not read much into this; it is January after all. I plan ahead and stockpile the “B” and “C” list exhibits to get us through this cultural armageddon. Plus, we toured the exhibit in the reverse route from the prescribed, and it seemed to make more sense to us.
Rumex alpinus. An alpine weed that indicates an area has been overgrazed, and over-fertilized by the bovine grazers. Now you know.
This series was particularly disturbing. An “artist” in the 1960s decided to pen himself with a coyote to study life. Or something. He should have been arrested and charged with animal cruelty.
Two more disturbing scenes. The first, an overgrown mound in Jasenovac, Croatia, that was a WWII concentration camp burial site and now a memorial. The second, the “ash pond” at Auschwitz where the incinerated remains of those murdered were unceremoniously poured.
A symbol of hope; except, not quite.
This is a photo of one of the 3 trees in the U.S. The family living in the house had no idea of the significance of the tree.
Later in the exhibit, a photographer exploited sugar cane workers to pose the alphabet in sugar canes, to highlight the exploitation of the workers. If only the workers had spelled, “I R O N Y.”
And then, something about parrots and cockatiels. Who knows what this was supposed to mean; I just liked the birds.
Leaving the exhibit, both of us thought this was a partition of some sort. It is actually art. At this point we were thinking it was great that we had not spent our own money for tickets to this museum; and that a visit once every five years or so is more than enough for us.
This could have been entertaining; but it was not as described. I’ll leave it at that.
It’s going to be a long January, after all.