Tuesday, May 08, 2018

MOMA, Hobart, Tasmania, Australia

Wow. Just wow.

Like many people, I am truly not the world's most arty person. That means in relation to both creation and observation. I would struggle to tell a Rothko from a Lego but that may be his simplicity. That said I had heard lots of interesting things about Tasmania's Museum of Old and New Art. So, we decided to hit it up while we were staying with the coolest kids in Hobart, the Timsar family.

Entrancing the Entrance.
Symbolic
The strange mirrored entrance, I wonder what birds think of it....

A welded intricate industrial art.
You do need to start the right way, coffee with a view.
A light view.
When you enter, you go down three floors into the ground. You get given "The O" which is an audio/reading guide that can give you as much or as little info as you like, all in an iPhone. Seriously good stuff.
The four entrances to the temporary rooms. On the Origin of Art. It was AMAZING. With four guest curators.
Flicker art.
It explored things like art and the impact on the brain.
The brain.
Simpleton and the Brain. 
Some antiques and some antiques.




Who wouldn't like to eat from this? 

Nude archer.

I loved the lighting.

Yayoi Kusama the 80-something Japanese artist.
Modern art can be simple
Interesting
Odd.
Creative.
Just plain gross.
And depressing.
Sidney Nolan's snake.

The great digester, it creates its own poop.... art you say.
Julius Popp's Bit.fall


Is well worth it!

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