This review probably should be prefaced with the fact that I do not generally like modern art. I don't often understand it, appreciate it, or care. Call it ignorance, call it taste, call it what you will. I am, however, always open to viewing it because there have been a few instances were I have fallen in love with modern pieces.
Unless it involves video. Silent video, or ones that emit monosyllabic nonsense over images of parking garages irritate me to no end. Something to that effect was inside Open Eye, so what little interest I had was lost the moment I walked into the room housing that exhibit.
But, to each his own concerning art.
The gallery itself was odd. I had read about it in Itchy and, looking for something new to do in town, decided to drag BF there. We had a heck of a time finding it. Even BF noted that he practically lives on Wood Street and had never noticed it. Once we found it, we had trouble with the door. The girl stared right at us as this was happening, but decided to just stare at us blankly instead of helping. We were already a bit fish-out-of-water esque with the type of gallery it was- this did not help.
The gallery is tiny and when we were there, it was deathly silent. We weren't even greeted when we entered- more blank stares. There wasn't a single soul in there and the artwork on display was sparse. It was just plain creepy, especially with the silent film flickering in the corners of our eyes. We browsed for as long as we could stand, politely looked at the "gift shop," then hightailed out of there.
It was a strange seven minutes to say the least. I heard the gallery is moving to Albert Dock, so I might give it another chance once it's settled. As long as there's no video. read more