darkness, depths

(I'm posting over here now! www.thedistendseries.blogspot.com) 

I spent much of last week in Hobart, breathing in clean air and freezing in my socks.  One thing that was more refreshing than both of those experiences put together was my long-anticipated visit to MONA and its exhilarating presentation of artistic form.  Built into the cliffs of the Berriedale peninsula, the three-level building subverts the eye to carry visitors into the catacombs and depths of the collection.  Although perhaps one day destined to slide into the sea, almost bottomless staircases burrow deep into raw sandstone walls to quickly remind you of the strength of creation.

As the largest privately-funded museum in Australia MONA presents the private collection of David Walsh, and it's an impressive one at that.  Sublime curation of artworks means that the old and the new blend seamlessly and without a hint of displacement.  A lack of signage on artworks also encourages this alongside greater engagement with the works, as you're forced to look harder, look closer, and find a tangibility in your own mind - which is perhaps also aided by the iPod Touch hanging around your neck.

While MONA has been lauded for drawing visitors to Tasmania from all over the world, the outstanding execution of the collection lies in it's ability to employ artwork, architecture and new technologies to innovate the traditional museum experience.  It is nothing less than inspiring to visit a space which holds artwork but also manages to reshape and reform the standards of art viewing.  There were a number of times I paused to appreciate the freedom of interpretation that MONA embraces.  From the lack of signage on artworks, the welcoming of photography and use of technology, to simply being in a space which encourages noise, dialogue and altered lighting, I quickly recognised the impact of these freedoms on my visual experience.  The museum might have been criticised for a stunning existence which illuminates moral bankruptcy, or the decay of society through it's explicit and macabre pieces, but never have a left a gallery feeling as sated by creation as I did MONA.  And importantly, I am encouraged and inspired to keep creating myself.