A Damien Hirst exhibit finally got me out to the Portland Art Museum’s modern art branch. The new branch in the Jubitz center (Paid for by the people who brought you The World’s Classiest Truck Stop!) The new branch was really nice, with four floors of nice assortment of famous and less-famous artists. It’s great to have some sort of contemporary art wing to the sometimes fusty and overly local older museum.
Once I had enjoyed Oldenberg’s giant, breathing icepack (later visited its brother in the lobby of Cedars-Sinai hospital), a nice assortment of Duchamp stuff, and the Longo crawling-drowning-yuppie sculpture, I made it to the top floor. I was mildly disappointed at the number, but what they lacked in quantity, they made up for in size. Two of them were giant, one Pharmacy installation and a glass display of many, many animal skeletons. The other two pieces were a drug-spot painting and the above painting of sliced brains that looked a lot like homemade seitan.
“But for me, from my point of view, I don’t mind if it falls over… if you break the glass you replace the glass, if the sheep falls out you can always get a new sheep.” – Damien Hirst
It’s good for me to go to the museum, not only because I love art, but it’s also a helpful reminder of how tired my whole nosering-and-glasses, bob-haircut, art-chick schtick is. It’s like coming to the place in Battlestar Galactica where all your identical Cylons live.
Update: I was oddly excited to see the Away from the Flock at the Broad this week. He’s beautiful and sad and it’s like meeting a celebrity who is also a dead lamb in formaldehyde.