Attack of the One Armed Spoon...

Am working from home today as I'm very sick (cough, cough... hack hack... sniff) Woke up Saturday morning with a sore throat and think I got my cold on Friday.

Went to FUSE Friday night at the Vancouver Art Gallery. For those not in the know, FUSE is an event that happens the fourth Friday of every month which 'transforms into THE place for art, music and live performance in the city.'

So basically the idea is to fuse art, live performances, music & people into an evening event. Basically if you want to feel hoity go to this. If you have no interest in art whatsoever, there is no place for you here.

I myself went to art school and I took Art History and I loved it. If I were to go back to school, I would study Art History further. Possibly majoring in it as studying art throughout the ages not only gives you a sense of a culture but of the political & social climate of the times. If we were to look back on our society in 200 years what a better avenue then reviewing our art, music, because it's the 21st century, movies and television. It gives light to the goings on of the time & sheds light into the stuff that not necessarily would make the history books. (Who knew Popes back in the day had children? Well, me but it's not necc common knowledge)

As enlightened as I am and after all the classes I have taken, there are two things I hate. Interpretive dance and installation art.

I've always found interpretive dance to be lame. Never liked it. Have taken years of ballet and jazz. Having performed numerous times myself, there is nothing more ridiculous then watching someone BE the wind. Case in point on Friday night. One of the performances was by a dancer entitled 'death from above' where a dancer set to the song "Without You" emulates suicide.

She starts from above, makes her way down the stairs, ties a noose, & finally keels over........ special. For those not in the know, the VAG used to be Vancouver's court house once upon a time & the old TV show, Perry Mason was filmed there.


So imagine if you will some short woman thing making her way down the winding stairs of they foyer.... it was hard for me not to laugh ... at her (people were laughing at what I suppose was the comedic sense of it). I find suicide to be a horrible topic to begin with so why one would want to do it as a dance is beyond me.

As for installation art....... seriously, I find it serves no purpose except to illustrate art as an absurdity or make something art for the sake of being art. Any piece I've seen doesn't offer any insight. It doesn't reflect upon some social issue. It is there to just be there. To fill space. In fact, any installation piece that is of any worth will in fact be ginormous in size, will be exaggerated to the point of absurdity & personally look like a giant waste of time. For example, I went to the gallery and up the foyer, in the very same space as 'death from above' there was a giant tube about 6 feet in diameter that ran to the ceiling that was covered in tissues. Apparently, it was put together in sections as you can not get that thru the door.

WHY am i looking a this? why is this important? Please explain.

I forgot. I also hate poetry... well, I hate most poetry. I like being upfront. I like just saying what I mean. I don't want to read a metaphor to shed light onto the duress to which someone is facing. Even though I went through a cheesy phaze when I was sixteen, where I too wrote poetry, I haven't really been able to enjoy it much since.

With that being said, I was attacked by a one armed spoon on Friday.