Friday, 28 July 2017

Stevie goes exploring: QAGOMA

Whatever you do, don't make him angry . . . no. Wait. Wrong guy.
I know, I know, I'm terrible. I've not updated in a hell of a long time. Well, a few weeks anyway. Which is apparently enough to get my told off by my own mother, who has no social media presence and gets all of her knowledge of my travels from this blog - and not Twitter, or Instagram, or even Facebook, where I talk about all of this shit a hell of a lot more - it's just easier. So anyway, this one's for you, mum - a little piece about my trip to the Queensland Art Gallery/Gallery of Modern Art (QAGOMA, for some reason).

Okay, so I've gotta be honest with you. I mainly went because there's an exhibit at the Gallery of Modern Art on the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and it's been polluting my Facebook feed for the past month telling me about how awesome it is. I'm a sucker for that. I love the Marvel movies. They're not perfect, they have their issues, but they're still for the most part a damn good time. A good enough time for me to spend twenty-five bucks on a ticket to wander through a bunch of costumes for an hour.
When Captain America throws his mighty shield . . .

There's not really much more I can say, really. If you've seen the films - well, these are costumes and props from the films. If you've not seen the films - well, you probably won't give a flying fuck. You won't even give a land-based fuck, and an aquatic fuck is probably not on the cards either.

Now, I did wander through the rest of GOMA - of course I did, and checked out the regular Art Gallery too - but I didn't take any snapshots of those. I don't know why, really; it was just more peaceful to wander through the displays and appreciate them as they were.

There is actually one piece I'd like to talk about - Narcissus Garden, by Yayoi Kusama. Aside from the artist being the most pop-punk anime grandma ever, the exhibit itself was particularly interesting. The original concept was first display in 1966, and consists of hundreds of plastic silver balls, all reflecting back at you. The gallery's display had them all floating on a pond, with a walkway across it, so that you could stand in the centre and observe your own reflection hundreds of times over - and with the mirrors being spheres, you are the focus of each one. Simple, but clever - definitely a good one.

Anyway, that's as much as I fancy saying on that matter - I've nearly finished my beer, after all. I'll dump the remainder of my photos from the exhibit at the end of the post, for those of you that I don't actually have on other social media platforms.

You're welcome, mum. Please hurry up and get Facebook.











































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