You're right about the lack of ambiguity. My writing group used to go on idea-hunts in places like the V&A and the British Museum (find something interesting and spend an hour writing about it, then regroup and share stories) and it was interesting how much less fun it was when we went to the National Gallery. In the BM etc the objects we found were often ambiguous and puzzling, even if you read the signs, which allowed your mind to run off in all directions - but at the National Gallery it was more "oh, here's two people walking over a bridge. I wonder why they're walking over that bridge?"
The Rachel Whiteread thing reminds me - at the ICA I did the whole cliche thing of staring at a newspaper rack on the wall and wondering if it was part of the artwork or not. (It was.)
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Date: 2006-05-17 12:25 pm (UTC)The Rachel Whiteread thing reminds me - at the ICA I did the whole cliche thing of staring at a newspaper rack on the wall and wondering if it was part of the artwork or not. (It was.)