The Art of Museum
So walking into the museum kind of impressed me, it had a nice welcoming atmosphere that welcomed guests. The guys minding the ticket booth were welcoming to the museum and smiled when i said im from Baruch, which was amusing to me.
Anyway, on with the blog. I spent most of my time on the 2nd 3rd and 5th floors, the other 2 just did not interest me too much. On the 5th floor, if i am not mistaken, it contained the Atta Kim collections. I found those 2 pictures interesting. He takes pictures of skyscrapers and places them together until nothing but a shadow is seen. What i took from this was mainly that there is never any immortality. No one will live forever and nothing stands forever. Eventually everything collapses into nothingness. I took that shadow to mean absolute nothingness, where eventually our dreams, desires, skills and accomplishments fade out of existence, for a new generation to take over. Then that generation eventually fades out until the cycle repeats itself. It does tell an interesting story, why strive for immortality or to be remembered if it seems that eventually all of your accomplishments fade? I didn’t really find it depressing. What i did find was that i wanted to prove him wrong and show that eventually a person can become immortal, if only in information. While it does seem a person can’t ever be immortal, it seems to be human nature to strive to always prove the pessimist wrong. It is much better to try than to just give up.
What did dampen my thoughts was the shrine created over time by the lady who lived/lives in New York, of Buddha. So many statues sitting there and staring at you, always looking at the wrong you have done and the sins you commited, or might commit. Its hard to live in that environment. It also seems that the place would be extremely stuffy to live in and it would not even feel like home. So much work would go into making that for it really seems to no real benefit. It seems to me, coming home to a shrine like that would make me go straight to a bar and come home drunk so i wouldn’t have to face the accusing stares of all the gods (or i thought they were gods)