Yesterday, Carrie, Viola, and I went to MASS MOCA. And this Alex...

Yesterday, Carrie, Viola, and I went to MASS MOCA. And this Alex da Corte installation was one of my favorite. It’s hard to give a full scope of this particular exhibit (you can see the pictures at the museum’s web site). In this picture, though, you should try to imagine not seeing the house front as pink. Because it doesn’t have to be. If you were to walk from a different direction, it would be white. Or green. The hands would be tossing or flying out the window. 

The swan in the foreground, is in a shallow pool. Enough water to push and get a small rippling wake behind it. Everything is a little off, a little too comfortably situated. There are lilly pads in the corner. And plastic pancakes with little pats of plastic butter on top. 

There’s this overall ambient feel to the exhibit. Because of the lighting? The music? The carpeting? (Gross! Carpeting!) It’s like Maurizio Cattelan in an elevator during the 1980s when there was always muzak playing. But more.