we took the subway to the AGO and saw some great stuff:
photographs enlarged to the size of canvases, depicting people interacting in front of art in a museum - and here we were - interacting with *that* art.
in the same exhibit, a thumbnail photo of the World Trade Centre on 9/11 was blown-up to pixalization size. this anonymity of the photographer suggests that art doesn't need to originate with, or belong solely to, the artist
a B&W 7 min film called 'kiss'.
image: a man's mouth. and after staring & staring, you feel the urge to kiss him. but when the film finally loops back, there is a shell on his mouth and - slowly - tentacles spread out, and the slug moves away. and again: just the mouth
and our favorite - stretchy man. this face is surreal, you want to touch it so badly. and again, the eye is drawn to the lips. is this because it is our natural tendency when staring into a face for so long?
pepper sprawled out with her nose bleed:
oh yes - the irony:
when we were leaving, we passed a docent who told me to put the children's papers in my purse; they were not allowed in the gallery
not allowed in the gallery? but the children *made* these picture at the art stations that are located throughout the gallery
what?!
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