100 Words- May 3, 2015

I have no ‘art’ training. Maybe that’s to my advantage; I am less, if at all, concerned with the professionals’ objective grading of a work, than I am with it’s subjective effect one me. At their best, critics can offer a way of viewing I may not have considered, but they cannot substitute for my experience. In 1963, while visiting the Art Institute in Chicago, I came upon a mobile structure that drove me from the room. I could NOT be in the same space with it. I came looking for it 28 years later, with no result.  Is it still there?


About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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3 Responses to 100 Words- May 3, 2015

  1. Walks with Wolves says:

    I dunno, I’ve just never been huge on the arts. Crazy eh? And probably a bit blasphemous as well. I’m not sure I’ve ever come across a piece that I hated as much as this piece you are talking about. I’m rather intrigued to experience it myself now.


    • It was a very visceral experience. Even 52 years later, when I speak of it, that same sense of repulsion, maybe fear?, rises out of my memory.


      • Walks with Wolves says:

        If you ever figure out what the art mobile is called, I would be very interested. 🙂 Maybe I’m masochistic, but I’m very curious about this piece of art now.


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