The Caro Exhibit was not was I was expecting. Walking through the ground floor of the museum I saw lots of art that was aged but beautiful. I was excited, it was my first time in the Met and I anticipated that the art on top of the building would be as wonderful as the art inside it. And while the exhibit was… interesting, I didn’t really see where Caro was coming from. His art came across as impersonal; it didn’t really lead to any interesting thoughts or emotional feelings. I felt as if Caro had stuck a few metal scraps together, threw on a few gallons of a solid color, and then thought: “Hey, you know what? This probably belongs in a museum.”
But then again, I can’t say that I scrutinized Caro’s work as much as I was summing up the crowd. The scene was definitely more aesthetically pleasing than the sculptures. I suppose that if all the pompous people and copulating couples were not around to distract me I would have looked at the sculptures some more. However, I doubt that I would gain some sudden appreciation.
The people too, seemed more involved in themselves than the actual art. They were socializing, ordering cocktails, and resting their drinks on the sculptures. A few other students and I questioned a few people on their thoughts on the sculptures. “It’s different,” a man said. “Simple,” his girlfriend added. I myself would call the Caro’s exhibit anything other than “simple,” but the couple they did seem a little bit intoxicated. Not any less tipsy than the rest of the crowd, though.
