Tales from the muse👁-The homework before...

A friend is struggling with her critical Analysis class at Uni and I am trying to help her but we don't seem to be getting anywhere even though I've had my own run-ins with Strauss, Barthes, Lacan and Foucault myself.
"Was it a collage ?" I ask her,
I don't know?
"Was it a mishmash of different art forms?"
I don't know. I didn't understand it.
sometimes the artist in you understands but the critic is too loud or you go there full of expectations that leave no space for seeing new exhibits.
"Did you take any pictures?"
We weren't allowed. she replied.
we once took children to an exhibition at a museum at one of my old places of work and there was art of spoons hanging from the ceiling. A skeptic would've uttered, huh, spoons! and walked away but the quieter artist turns their back while the artist inside whispers, You wouldn't have noticed how large and useful that space is until someone cordoned it off with spoons. Now it's not yours to walk through and it's quite large.
An office cubicle or guest cloakroom perhaps. while you wonder why you didn't think of that first or where your own cordoned off space that is yours is.
The museum was quite roomy so it was just some place to just pass through till someone else mapped it out as if it were theirs and you have to walk around it. It resonates on many different levels especially now with the rumours on article 13 and Europe. Videos and photos and excerpts used to be advertising and Internet. This seems to be changing and people are upset that their favourite type of art is about to be criminalised and let go of; Parody.
My friend might have to speak to her teacher or go back to the museum to take another look.
"Did any friend or classmate you know see it? try and find out what they made of it.
"It was a bunch of things. models and videos. Oliver Twist also featured but it didn't seem linear. I did go with my brother though."
"It was an exhibition of houses and architecture through the ages, mostly videos and photographs. It's in a museum in Euston." he told us in his matter-of-fact voice. Thank God for brothers because we are getting somewhere now.
So, there it is, a mish-mash of evolving architecture, literature with history and some anthropology  and humanities thrown in there somewhere.
I cannot think of anything more linear. Not bad for a morning's catch up while our hallway was being fixed, so when going to view art for school homework, a)take someone with you because, anaghi akwu ofu ebe ekili mmanwu.
b)Look at it with fresh eyes, critique it like it is. Report on what you can see right there the way it is then give your opinion on it afterwards.
c)Don't forget to have a happy END OF TERM.
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