Dia Beacon

I will surprise no one in saying that Dia Beacon was not my cup of tea. My most poignant memory from going to the museum was being told not to leave scuff marks on metal squares protruding from the ground, which were not separated from the viewers by any noticeable means (no little piece of rope or sign). Why have them on the ground and not let us step on them?

What I liked mostly was the lighting in the museum that came from the curiously designed roof. Coupled with the white walls that gave the whole building a very fresh look. I guess that the original warehouse had a different, gloomier look.

The minimalist ballet was something that I could not connect with at all. The weird strangely correlated movements and strange sounds were completely foreign, though at times hilarious (for example, the screaming). In general, as a history major, art without a narrative I is something beyond my scope of comprehension. In a way, this dance was for me symbolic of postmodernism; a rebellion against the rebelling generation. If the postmodern philosopher disbelieves in truth than the postmodern dancer disbelieves in art. Soon they will have nothing to disbelieve in.