Autopsy of a Sliced Human Brain
Over a year after it opened, the lure of a Damien "Drugs and Animals" Hirst exhibit finally got us out to the Portland Art Museum's modern art branch in the Jubitz center (Paid for by the people who brought you The World's Classiest Truck Stop!). Because I can't pay attention when other people speak, I didn't realize that you enter the new museum via a downstairs hallway in the old one, and I wound up asking the girl at the front counter if she had anything on hand more recently deceased than the current Egyptian Rich Dead Guy Stuff. Once we got there, the new branch was really nice, with four floors of nice assortment of famous and less-famous artists. It's great to have some sort of contemporary art wing to the sometimes fusty and localized older museum.
Once we had enjoyed Oldenberg's giant, breathing icepack, a nice little assortment of Duchamp stuff, and the Longo crawling-drowning-yuppie sculpture, we made it to the top floor to all four (4) Hirst pieces. I was mildly disappointed at the number, but what they lacked in quantity, they made up for in size. Two of them were giant, one Pharmacy installation and a glass display of many, many animal skeletons. The other two pieces were a drug-spot painting and the above painting of sliced brains that has a lot in common with my infamous attempt at the Beastie Boys' Heil Seitan recipe from Thanksgiving 2002.
Away From The Flock
"But for me, from my point of view, I don't mind if it falls over... if you
break the glass you replace the glass, if the sheep falls out you can always get
a new sheep." - Damien Hirst
It's good for me to go to the museum, not only because I heart art, but it's also a helpful reminder of how tired my whole nosering-and-glasses, bob-haircut, art-chick bit is. It's like coming to the place in Battlestar Galactica where all your identical Cylons live. At least I don't wear clogs, so my spouse could still tell which one was me.
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