Saturday, May 14, 2011

three hours at the MACRO

The MACRO Museum, the Museo d'Arte Contemporanea Roma, has a few things worth talking about.

'While Nothing Happens' is an installation that arrived at the Macro in 2008. The installation which was made up of fabric, wire, and varying spices, and perhaps a little paint as well, was created for the MACRO by Brazilian artist, Ernesto Neto. ..  In regard to the visual concept, the piece looks like a drop dripping, like something that's evolving, or blossoming into something other. As for the smell, yes the installation has a strong scent of mixed spices. And although smelling the spices was met with discouragement, the aroma of nutmeg and paprika was picked up.

The Piccolo Animismo, another piece, was made by  Arcangeelo Sassolino, and it will be at MACRO until June 12th, 2011. As seen in the photo there was a tube connected to this piece. The purpose of tube was to deliver and vacuum out these violent bursts of air, which it did successfully. When the air went on, it created a booming sound that could be heard all over the museum, that muted out every thought that wasn't related to that steel box. (It made me say aloud: "Ooo there's a devil in there.") Also, when the air went on, the walls creaked of the box expanded where it could.

When looking and hearing this piece, one can could think up a number of theories. The anger of the world, or that lazy neighbor who refuses to mow their lawn. That's how it goes, meanings get split by minds. Which is why the informational notes are helpful.

Sassolino's explanation was: "'Everytime I'm on a plane, I wonder how much stress the wings can withstand knowing sooner or later any material is bound to collapse as a result of mechanical stress.'" So, "'Why not push these limits of matter against matter -- of air against steel; pressure on metal; tons of weight on the weldings -- and why not stretch the limits of the matter by bringing out the unforeseen as form and sound? Sounds are often produced by friction, impact and the yielding of materials. Sometimes even the most impassive blocks, things you'd never suspect turn out to be lyrical.'"

In Antony Gormley's space works of iron were noted. It seemed these works were people who were molded by their daily circumstances, in my opinion.


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