Apology. My iPhone has died. I do everything on my iPhone. I drafted this post on my iPhone. Now I am reduced to using an old-school, stuck-in-one-place desk top computer. I am not sure if my video will work. And I do not know how to resize my photos. So sorry, if they come up too big. Or off-centre. But think of me: I may have lost all my photos from all my travels in the last year. OK. It is my fault to not have backed them up, nor anything on my iPhone. And I should have learnt after the iPad fiasco. But I am still on my journey to organised living. Anyway, if the video doesn’t work, Google word waterfall mona. Now on with the show.
Mr S and I are not generally appreciative of the visual arts, especially the modern type. But everyone says when in Hobart we must visit MONA (Museum of Old and Modern Art). So we did.
We bought “posh pit” tickets for the ferry ride to in Hobart. $50 each instead of $20 for “the sheep”. (Their words.) The ticket comes with nibbles and drinks. That’s what tempted me.
I was determined to get my money’s worth. Three glasses of bubbles on the 30 minute journey out, (and 15 minute predeparture time. I don’t want anyone to think I scoffed three glasses in 30 minutes.) Let’s just say a glass of house sparkling is $7. That’s $21. Not quite equal value yet. OK, if you go $9 for a branded variety we are pushing closer to the extra $30. And then there is a platter of cheese and ham to share. The waiter was watching my glass and quickly offered a top up. Really a total refill. He clearly picked me well because he offered the third. How could I say no?
Mr S read the provided local newspaper on the way out and sipped on two beers. “Come on,” I said. “Drink up!”
On the way back, I had one glass and Mr S two glasses of beer. The trip home came with four little desserts. Two chocolate cakey numbers, a golden gaytime flavoured cheese cake and an orange cream tart. Yummy!
Yep, worth the extra dollars.
The trip out is interesting, passing by a massive zinc refinery and under the famed Tasman Bridge.
Oh yeah. We visited an art gallery. So let’s talk about art.
The MONA building is amazing. Externally the material and shape! Internally: the rabbit warren of underground space.
Well, I did laugh.
The first installation we saw inside the museum proper was amazing. More because of the technical skill but the idea was clever too. A waterfall of words.
Next the major exhibition, Gilbert and George, was of strikingly large montage, photo, painting things. By large, I mean ji-normous. Quite confronting in a humorous way. You may disagree and just see it as degenerate and depraved.
Here’s the two artists.
They do like penises. Had quite a few works adorned with them.
Don’t worry. It wasn’t all penises. Vaginas got a look in by other artists too. A wall of 150 plaster casts of innies and outies; and deforested and hairy (which reminded me of a conversation last book club’s Christmas party but maybe more on that in a future post).
My photos of the vagina casts didn’t come out because you aren’t allowed to use flash photography. I couldn’t help but wonder how you’d take a cast or mould of one with hair. Wouldn’t the hairs be ripped out when pulling the cast off?
I liked the fat car.
What made me really laugh was the room that had a large box, taller than the tallest person and filling the room, made of mdf. All the visitors traipsed around the box in the narrow space left at the edges of the room. I just had to laugh. What were we all looking at? We had no idea. Everyone looking suitably po-faced and terribly, consciously arty; all the other one-day art experts, like me.
I don’t think the attendant was happy with my laugh. But I promise, I didn’t make any disparaging remarks. Just laughed at the absurdity of the art and us paying to see a wall of blank particle board.
Anyway the attendant proclaimed rather testily, “There is someTHING else to look at. At the top of the stairs but only two at a time please.”
So obedient like, I climbed the stairs to look into the box. At a child’s bedroom. Mmm. Much preferred the empty box concept.
The greater joy I had was watching people leave the room filled with the box. All the looks of “let’s maintain a look that we are suitably impressed” quickly covering the “what was that”.
A wander around the outside, in between the rain showers, was needed. Love the steam punkish slash Victorian carriage. Actually it is cement mixer on a semi-trailer.
Mr S was really impressed with two real parked cars, most probably of the owner of the private gallery. Some fancy electric car that goes faster than a race car and costs hundreds of thousands or something. Clearly I wasn’t impressed. So unimpressed I didn’t take a photo. Yes, they looked like cars. By what about their car spots?
Modern art. Where do you stand? Engaging, though-provoking, challenging, emotive, humorous, silly, pointless, deranged, depraved? Or some other adjective.