Art Breaks My Heart...

Like I promised, I made my way to the ICA last night...and after a half-hour walk along the water, we embarked on a 2hr excursion through the hallows of modern art. As expected, there were some incredible pieces, including a rug made of thousands of tiny pins, a room filled with foam mattresses that had silhouettes of people dug out of them, and a video piece featuring a gentleman mimicking his hunting heritage by shooting his groceries in the supermarket with a bow & arrow before purchasing them.

But none was as creepy as Cornelia Parker's "Hanging Fire." I came around a corner to find remains of a burnt art studio, suspended from the air, resembling a still explosion. The instant my eyes settled on the piece, my heart raced and a single bead of sweat attacked my cheek from my temple.

I've included pictures of two works similar to that which now haunts me. (to the left - "Heart of Darkness". to the right - "Cold Dark Matter") Trust me when I say that a picture does no justice...as if they ever do.

When I first laid eyes on the piece I felt as though I was looking into the future, and suddenly knew I was destined to experience a blaze similar to that which created the shards of wood and nails I was staring at. There are few times when art effects you as much as "Hanging Fire." It is my destiny to travel to a small island off the Western Coast of Japan, train for several life-times...return to the frozen flame with a centuries old Japanese blade, and defeat that which as tortured my soul. It is for this reason, that this was my favorite piece in the gallery.

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