Here are a few pictures of the best installations from Maya Lin’s exhibit, Systematic Landscapes, at the Corcoran Gallery of Art. Pardon the crappy photography — there was no photo-taking allowed, so Your Wonkette had to sneak these shots while the Evil Guards weren’t looking.
These photos in no way make up for the experience at the gallery, but at least you’ll get an idea of what you’re missing.
Systematic Landscapes is an interesting study of topography, and uses everyday materials such as wood, cardboard and wire to help you understand that the organic, abstract shapes of Our Natural World can be manipulated into something mathematical and precise. Roughly speaking, the exhibit makes you feel like you’re inside an AutoCAD program.
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- This can be interpreted as either an undulating swell of ocean or a Mayan burial site.
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- A close up of the pins that make up Pin River–Potomac.
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- This was made specifically for the DC exhibit.
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- Here’s Blue Lake Pass, which is supposed to emulate what a Mountain feels like when People build highways through them: cut up.
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- This one is Water Line, which is supposed to be the underside of an Antarctic island. Walking underneath it really feels like you’re underwater, snorkeling. Not really. Well, maybe if you were on drugs.
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- Not sure whether this one is Kentucky or Colorado…
Maya Lin, “Systemic Landscapes,” Corcoran Gallery of Art. Until July 19. $10. 500 17th St. NW.
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Did you find that the photography damaged the colors of the installation?
Sweet, will be in DC in about 2.5 weeks. Thanks for the tips. Maybe I’ll strike up a conversation with Ms. Lin (who will be standing around with a tin cup, for the irony) and she and I will whisk off secretly to a wine bar and discuss tropes and deconstructing myths while she footsie’s me under the table. Or not.
This is the kind of shit that gives “art” a bad name. Thanks for the warning Malaka-laka!
So, when my father leaves plywood out in the rain & it warps, he’s an artist?
I’ll be sure not to tell him, or he’ll think he is.
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