Vancouver's Most Expensive Joke
The Vancouver Art Gallery is situated in an old building that looks something
like NYC's Metropolitan Museum (or Library) from the outside: a neo-classical
structure, albeit, not as big as those.
We had severe sticker shock, when we were informed admission was nearly $20
EACH. Okay, its vacation, and we know Vancouver is mucho bucks, so we charged
it, looking forward to gazing upon a new collection of "great masters".
The key central exhibit there this month is Ken Lum. His exhibit is called "Many Deep Layers" I wonder if they mean like, a layers of lasagna?
The bulk of this present collection consists of signs. Like the kind you see at
the entrance to a strip shopping mall.
Drive down to the nearest strip mall in your town, in the worst part of town,
and look at the sign with the list of stores in the mall at the driveway
entrance.
Exactly that.
Then there were large photographs of ordinary people with captions saying things
like "Ummmmmmm" or "Why are you so ugly?"
Then there were some mirrors with photos stuck in the edge of the mirror frame.
Picture your bedroom dresser mirror. Stick in photos of your dog and
grandmother.
You got it?
You got it.
But the best part of his show were the couches:
2 purple couches facing each other.
1 round red couch facing in on itself.
3 totally ordinary folding hide-a-beds, facing each other, in the middle of the
gallery floor.
We have several Salvation Army stores in Denver, and he must be exhibiting his
work there too. Swear to god.
The hide-a-beds had to take the cake.
I bet it even had some of his dog's fleas still in it.
Clearly Kenny is channeling Yoko Ono.
Only, he's not nearly as good.
And then there was his 8 hour documentary film of his stroll back in forth 10
feet in one direction, then flipping and walking back the other direction in
front of a video camera in the alley in back of his house.
And don't let me forget his AMAZING- and I mean AMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAZZZZING film of
his video camera facing out the back window of his car driving down the highway.
I think that one is up for an Academy Award next year.
Now THAT is what you call GREAT art.
I immediately cleared out this very recent trauma memory that involved my wallet
and Canadian printed money-
and the director of the gallery begrudgingly gave us our $40 back, probably to
hustle me and my easily heard opinions out of the place as quickly as possibly,
and before the old couple from Germany who were handing over their money at the
cashier's desk caught wind of what was going on before they ascended the
neo-classical marble staircase up to Ken's Room of Couches.