So after a lovely harbour cruise that Eleni's mother kindly gave a couple of us tickets to, we hit up the Museum of Contemporary Art. Being the relatively uncultured person I am, I found some of the art more funny than Tim Minchin. I tried as hard as I could to appreciate the art, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get thoughts like "I COULD HAVE DONE THAT WHEN I WAS ONE YEAR OLD" and "THEY ARE SCRIBBLES. SCRIBBLES!/!/!?!??!" out of my head.
Take the 'art' I've posted below for example. It was in the centre of the room and was called "MY LIFE IN NUTS". The text accompanying it said that it took the artist a long time to come up with the concept. It's a pile of nuts. A. PILE. OF. NUTS. Nothing more, nothing less. Upon first glance I was really impressed because I thought that the nuts were made by the artist-they looked so realistic that it was pretty insane. I then read the text to discover that no, they were in fact nuts. That's why they looked so much like nuts-they were nuts. If anyone can explain to me the significance of this pile of nuts/modern art in general, feel free to email me at the email address on the 'CONTACT ME' page. Much appreciated.
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