How the ICA Effects my Affect

So, despite the warnings of potential bad art the smart and beautiful Miss Megan gave, Michelle and I headed our cocky asses to the ICA.  It's free on Thursday nights and I'm gardening my personality.

Contemporary art is what it is. So I amused myself by quietly slinking through the galleries and re-naming the pieces in my head.

There was, of course, "Dizzy Bitches on Clotheslines" a performance piece.

Then there was "Is This an Actual Pile of Shit? (Seriously, who the fuck curates this museum? Am I MISSING something?)"  a work of sculpture.

And I don't have photo-evidence so you'll have to take my word for it, but then there was a dresser filled with cement.  I called it "Fucking Heavy".

There were like two whole rooms of what appeared to be macrame. I'm not even sure what to say about that.

But all was not lost.  There was a pretty intense short film of Serbia's first gay pride parade in 2001.  It looked like a nightmare.  There were neo-nazi groups screaming homophobic slurs (which was captioned) and a rather grotesque amount of violence. Unfortunately I can't find information about the film maker on ICA's website. There's plenty on the internet about the violence though. They did not have another gay pride parade in Serbia until 2010, which again erupted in riots and violence.

There was another installation of 9 screens which played Isaac Julien's Ten Thousand Waves. Which was so beautiful it was worth the trip. I look forward to looking into his work further.

All in all, as Michelle said, it was a great vehicle for getting us out on the town and having a beer together afterwards.  If someone even so much as lip-syncs the word "free" I get so excited I can barely notice what they're handing me is a pile of shit.

So don't forget the ICA is free on Thursday nights, Kids! And frankly, you want to see  "Dizzy Bitches on Clotheslines" as much as anyone else.