Joel and I went to the Institute of Contemporary Art last night, as Thursdays are free. Anish Kapoor‘s work was there – his first exhibit in 15 years, and first ever on the East Coast. I took one look and said, oh, he must be the guy who designed the “jelly bean” on Chicago’s Millennium Park.
And of course, he is. It’s real name is Cloud Gate, I looked it up later (it still looks like a big bean… which may be why i think it belongs in Boston, aka Beantown). I confess, I am not up and up on my contemporary art, but I do enjoy it. Kapoor’s exhibit was fun, it feels interactive, as you watch the reflections and hear the different reverberations of voices. His bio mentions how he loves the concept of things which appear never ending, as well as his obsession with capturing — not creating– art. I was thinking about that later, and how the exhibit itself seemed to embrace those very things. Never ending, much of his art involves reflection, and thus changes with every person who walks by. Capturing, with every reflection and reverberation, if only for mere seconds.
My other favorite was the work of William Cordova. Not because it was particularly brilliant work — but because it resonated with something deep inside of me. My thought? Here is a man who is pissed off at the world, and for completely valid reasons. He tore out 100 pages from an antique book of famous art work and drew his own messy, unpretty, raw, and oh-so-telling renderings on the back of the pages. He also covered the us in famous on the books cover, as a statement regarding the prejudices of what is considered “good art” — pointing out that there was no representations of oriental, middle eastern, african or south american art within those pages of the “worlds” most famous art.
Post ICA we walked Boston’s waterfront. City lights reflecting. Ocean scented breeze. Cool late summer night. Love.