Just for the record, the current exhibition is the first I've seen here that I didn't absolutely love. And in truth, I just didn't get it at all. I'd stopped by during the installation and was completely intrigued by the description on the postcard. The artist had spent a good deal of time in India and the work was said to have mystical undertones.
Honestly, I think it was just completely over my head. I can't say I hated it.
Usually when I don't understand someone's work, it really irritates me. Like Matthew Barney's work. I've always said that the work I hate the most changes me the most, because I think about it for a very long time after first seeing it, and it has a way of working itself into my psyche. It ends up teaching me a lot about many things. And as I learn, I begin to unfold its complexities and my understanding broadens, and I begin to appreciate the work, in a way that transcends like or dislike.
Richard Tuttle: It's a Room for 3 People, and Field of Color: Tantric Drawings from India didn't really leave me feeling anything. Not even perplexed enough to care I suppose. And as I write that, I think of all the times I've thought critics were so mean and nasty to review exhibitions with the same lack of emotion.
You see - I've learned a little something already.
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