For one excuse, crying men losing their moments into the soul, an excursion impromptu to visit the Museum of Contemporary Art hatches out. Secondary and most vital to the field trip, a chance to meet up again. Not looking forward to yet another span of time like the last of over a month.
Ten dollars and a little less later, a walk past the flimsy barrier between the free section of the fourth floor and the Sam Taylor-Wood exhibition.
Photographic works open a feeling of space and freefall. A voyeuristic notion to the looping film clips and a question of sexuality drops into the conversation. An account that spawns from the pain in expression of watching an eight hour film non-stop. Inspiration for this is David Beckham sleeping on a bed.
Focus and reason prime of the day's outing, walls and images of male celebs in various states of crying and sobbing. Laurence Fishburne still looks rock solid in a bathroom with tears streaming his face. Others still, such as Hayden Christensen and John Leguizamo, are quite the visual feast for a pause.
A naked man dancing to what sounds like opera is a freak out for ten whole minutes. Two old ladies the only others at the time to soak in the entirety of the loop. Strings manages to bring back the mind and settle the score before another spin around in a world.
Friday, 21 April 2006 - 03:53
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