musings

My art installation has gotten me thinking. I see images of an empty hallway awaiting something, anything, to fill it. Might as well stack soup cans along the walls and call it a day. Mainly though, I want art that is slightly uncomfortable, but not so much so as to be distracting. It is afterall a place where the sick seeks help. Being uncomfortable is probably not something they'd prefer. But like all clinics, I loath this one for its sterility and muted pastels. I see only white walls and uncomfortable chairs. Amidst silence and dread, a long corridor leads to anonymous doors.

My blank canvas is pretty blank indeed.

For this class, the point is to engage art in everyday life, whatever that means. Bringing the sick back into everyday life also happens to be a goal of medicine. And so, in my corridor, I want life with all of its lushness and vitality, somehow melded to the artifice of medicine. I see a ceiling path of thick green grass, tricking down onto those anonymous doors. I want test tubes as vessels for seeds, and herbs.... I want them to grow from my ceiling path of grass as any plant would, each test tube like a flower bearing seeds, and life. Thematically simple, hopefully uncomfortable.

If only it were feasible.