As a self-diagnosed sufferer of Borderline Hoarder Disorder**, I can really appreciate a collection. Almost any collection. I understand the thrill of the chase and the elation at a find. And if I had endless funds at my disposal my collections would be diverse, wide-reaching and beautiful for the eyes and mind. Perhaps like the collection of Old and New Art at the museum known as MONA.
I realised today that the current exhibition, Theatre of the World, ends in the next week. It was the impetus I needed to get us inside the building (I had been holding out for a time when I could explore the whole gallery, but as I’ve noticed before, I must grasp any opportunity I can get these days).
My mind was quickly blown by the variety of artifacts (I want to say “eclectic” but that word has become rubbish lately), and I wanted to know about each and every one, but my babies wouldn’t let me linger long enough to read or listen to the information on the ipod guide.
So we breezed through, glancing at everything, absorbing some spaces and glimpses more than others.
I had thought that my experience of the exhibition, condensed as it was and with little information about what I was seeing, might not do it justice. But I was heartened to read this on the MONA website:
“Theatre of the World is a kaleidoscope: here the viewer sees the object, and that is enough. This notion harkens back to the Renaissance view that art and knowledge are inextricably intertwined. This art is visual poetry.”
The kiddos were most absorbed by the art experiences such as soundscapes and light displays (and let’s be honest: the glass elevator), and were pretty happy with the regular changes in scenery. They have a lot to learn about the value of collections and collecting, and believe me, I am going to teach them all I know.
As for now attempting to find out what on earth my eyes laid on today? MONA is a very modern place and its robots have promised to email me information about the artworks.
**May or may not be a real thing