The Art of the Human Response to the Naked Body
I don’t know how to define “art” beyond a poorly-worded attempt at a dictionary definition. I don’t think most people really can. But there have to be limits as to what art is. The “anything goes” mentality only allows for so much. It’s now my belief that modern art tries to push those limits.
A couple of weeks ago I spent a weekend in New York City and among my tourist stops, I was able to get to check out the Museum of Modern Art. After seeing the Warhols, Van Goghs, and Dalis I was about ready to leave 15 minutes in. But I was told by a friend I had to go to the top floor to see the Marina Abramović: The Artist is Present exhibit. Since I’m already there, what’s a few more flights of stairs? But nothing could have really prepared me for what I was about to see.
Upon entering the exhibit the only sound beyond people murmuring in shock was the sound of recorded screaming.