The name is confusing because while this museum may, in fact be new, that is not what I am trying to say. The name of the museum is, in fact, “New Museum” which will probably be a bit awkward a few years from now.
If this is what art is now, I don’t really want to be involved in art. Maybe I am old school, maybe I just appreciate the classics, but this collection of stuff almost entirely just seemed like a collection of garbage arranged in sometimes intentionally offensive ways.
just imagine looking at this with some crazy sound effects
The first exhibit, which was entitled “Birth Canal” was just strange and very dark in the room with odd sound effects playing. I couldn’t tell what anything was supposed to be and I tried because I want to “get it.” It wasn’t a great intro to say the least and I left with very little expectation of the rest of the establishment.
Unfortunately, it didn’t get any better.
The next room had 4 projector screens telling a story (I think) and it was entitled "Blood in my Milk" and I would like to tell you what it was about, but I haven't got a clue. It must have been to "arty" for me.
Then we went upstairs for what I had hoped would be something a bit better and less obtuse. I don't remember the name of the artist but her work encompassed several floors of the overall museum and I guess someone out there thinks that she is a visionary with her arrangements of various sculpture penises and what not.
In the unlikely event that that doesn't do anything for you, there is also these next two displays
those two people in the back are staring at the wall, and i can relate
I suppose if i had to choose something that I thought was at least a bit interesting it would be this thing
There was a floor where things were covered entirely with cigarettes, and i guess that was ok but then it was also intentionally provocative and i don't think that is necessary.
It cost me $18 to get in this place, and the best part of it was being more than happy to leave without getting my money's worth and heading down the street in search of some pizza.
I have been to 2 modern art (I guess that is what this is) museums in NYC now, this one and MOMA, and I have been convinced by the displays in both that modern art just isn't for me.
On my way out of New Museum a bell could have rung and confetti could fall from the ceiling and I could have been declared the "Grand Prize Winner" and be allowed to choose any piece in the museum and take it home with me for free and I would be like "nah, I'm good."