the little "rungs" of the dna ladder, are people... and there's a broken one at the top. i thought it was clever...
this morning, i woke up at around 8:30, and drove with my dad up to THE GROUNDS FOR SCULPTURE, i call it the sculpture garden. i've been wanting to go for a while now, every time we drive past actually... on the road that faces the highway there are these gigantic tree-sized sculptures. there are two faces, one red, and one blue, and i love them.... so i've been bugging my dad for a while to take me... so today we went! it was a lot different than i had expected, still enjoyable, but different... i loved the whole idea, this huge 30-something acre plot of land dedicated to sculptures... i was surprised by a lot of them though. i was kind of disappointed that some of them were just void of all emotions. and i was struggling with the idea that someone could create something that didn't evoke feelings of some kind. you know? most people, when they make something, they're trying to get a point across, or they were angry at the time, or they're trying to express an idea... or maybe they were just really happy. i had a really hard time trying to figure out why someone would create something that didn't mean anything. but then i was thinking that even if i look at it and lack emotion, it's done it's job. i was thinking as i was walking through that it would be nice to have the artists there to explain what they were thinking and all of that, but i had to stop myself. because, art is interpretation more or less, and the reasons they created it are important yes, but if i look at something, and it makes me feel, that is what it is supposed to do. it is supposed to make me feel THAT feeling. if i see a sculpture of an armless pregnant woman, and all i can think about is romaninan history or something THAT is the feeling that i am supposed to have. and maybe if i come look at it a different day, a different time, i will be thinking about something else, like the prime minister of malaysia... then i can't really ask for anything else. and you know, that's one of the things that i really like about art, it changes... i don't have to feel one way just because someone else does, and even if the person who created it meant it to have a certain message, i get to internalize it...
that's one of the things that i used to love about literature, but then i learned that it's not quite as flexible... (i also learned that if i love a book, i shouldn't take a class that makes me read it, because then i'll hate it) there are stipulations in literature, that aren't always prevalent in art... but then there are those that would argue, but carly, of course there the same, they even combined the title -literary arts- hmm, well i guess you're right. my bad.
my favorite part of the garden, was this (there is a picture of it up there) little enclosed section, it had a plaque out front that said, forest of the subconscious. there was a path that twisted and turned all around and behind and across this garden. there were trees so you couldn't see over the top, but eventually you came to this box. it was about 6x6ft. the two walls facing towards you were made of plastic so you could see inside, and the opposing walls were mirrors, and inside there were these giant naked baby dolls, and most of everything else was made out of a clear plastic, so these dolls were posed in different ways, one was dancing, one sitting at a table, and there were random clear objects, at the bottom there was this huge skull... i loved it, because no matter which way you looked at it, you were staring back at yourself through all of the props inside the box.... my second favorite part: there was a series of sculptures, this guy made life size people dressed from the victorian era, and they were everywhere, you would walk by and think that someone was there, and then realize that they were dressed odd, and oh! turns out they're fake. so i got my picture with a few of them. there was a mini-exhibit where there was a few just sitting in random places, but if you go to the top of the hill, there was a painter, and he was looking down at all of these statues and painting them (there was an actual painting...) i thought it was adorable....
after the garden, my dad and i went to this diner, to get a bite to eat. it was called the liberty II... and we came just after lunch, so there were all of these older people getting their after church meal, and talking about what the doctor said, and how the woman down the hall had a crush on everyone.. it was cute.
what is the next place to go? dad said that the art museum in NY is only about an hour away, so i'm going to bug him about that for a while, until he takes me... :)
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