Last few hours here in Denmark...the ARoS museum has been its highlight.
First real time Warhol experience.
Great use of mirrors.
I love the concept of allowing the museum space itself to dance its own little art jig.
I just finished talking to my Dad for the first time since I left and as I filled the transcontinental space with highlights and plain ol' first-things-that-came-to-my-mind it was the most disturbing piece that of course made it past cutting (literally) room floor;
Jars of parts - I immediately recognize the unique coiling of a small intestine and the excellent posture of striated muscle (yes medical school does change you).
It of course can't be human, right? Tufts of thick, still auburn hair confirm bestial origins (one would hope)....
A video from 1970 plays on a very small screen of to the side of this display case, depicting men killing the now immortalized horse. This is, as I mentioned to my father, done in the name of protesting (or as a statement about, or a product of, or whatever) the ongoing Vietnam War.
All four of my uncles were in the military of one country or another during the Vietnam War.
My grandfather, fought in the WWI (not a typo) as a teenager.
Who's name do I get to read on a wall for paying 75 kroner?
I wonder how many days these artists shaved off the war.
I wonder how many of us are producing equivalent bullshit in the wake of the overwhelming mistakes made in Iraq, Afghanistan, New Orleans, etc.
As for now, you can check me off under the Goliath sized thinker column.
I may traverse across European countries, but the David sized doer column is a scary place that I seldom shimmy to.
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