תל אביב אני מגיעה

Today a meeting with some old friends again. Miro, Klimt, Kandinsky, Picasso - all bothered to come. As well as others, whose names I ignorantly never remember. A museum of modern art. It is really fortunate that all the works of ‘the famous’ are so dispersed around the world. That way when we encounter them it really feels like seeing an old friend. What’s up Jackson? Spill out some news, mate.

When you discern a familiar style form among the tens hanging in the gallery’s hall you are more likely to discover you are fond of a certain painter. Variety makes you more aware perhaps? I don’t know, I just like to create all-explaining statements, in an attempt to order feelings and emotions.

Also, if one is a fan of one of the artists, this lack of concentration of their works gives an excuse to travel. But most importantly, and maybe I will express my lack of admiration by saying that, it would be simply boring of all the drawings paintings and sketches of the same authorship were closed in the same space. It would menace with oversaturation. Try to imagine death by Lager’s oversaturation. You wouldn’t like to experience that.

It is most likely to take place in a modern art gallery filled with installations or projects of the same type. As if someone thought you were ready to see 15 movies with a.no sound, b.no picture, c.sound hurting your ears, d. picture hurting your eyes and various combinations of the four. Some of these tortures, apparently conveying some message, lasting even half an hour. Maybe we just want a simple message? Leave the trouble to think and analyze, we just want to catch a glimpse of a picture and feel or not. In one moment decide whether we like it or not. And a plot-less movie...or a set of pointless views... I usually don’t even bother to watch the whole thing out of pure courtesy, just to have arguments to explain why I didn’t like it. One movie in a gallery is enough. Like in Tate Modern, my favourite, Meshes of the Afternoon. In Tel-Aviv’s museum I enjoyed (really, don’t take it as an expression of patriotism, if it is one, than only subconscious) the Polish installation and the one from Island. I sat in this dark room alone and almost burst out crying – was it so beautiful? I don’t know. It is like with addictions, there were certain receptors in my brain which received the message hidden in it. I.e. in a certain moment of time, being in a certain mood, I was able to relate to this piece of art. That is also why I advocate all the galleries to be free of charge. For one visit is not enough to be able to experience even half of the art gathered in there that way.