Chicago, Drugs, and Art

Anonymous (@) 10 years, 4 months ago

I love Chicago, if I didn’t have ties in California I would move to the gold coast in a heart beat. I must visit this city 30 times a year. I almost always go alone, this previous Tuesday I visited Chicago. I checked into my hotel room with 10 hits of acid and 3 and a half grams of shrooms. The next day I decided to go on an art tour led by myself, I would go to the Museum of Contemporary Art then walk all the way to the Chicago Museum of Art, the one with the green lions. I saw some amazing visuals during this trip, but I was still in contact with Earth, if you haven’t tripped in a museum yet, then you haven’t lived.

I woak up around ten in my hotel, I took my ten hits of acid, and stashed my shrooms in my pocket, planning to eat them a little while after breakfast. I ate my breakfast and hailed a cab. There I was, outside the Museum of Contemporary Art (Henceforth refereed to as MCA). So, the MCA has these walls in front of the entrance that look like little triangles, they are created by molding concrete into sand molds, so the light hits it ways that make it sparkle. It really is beautiful. I stepped inside the museum, and headed over to the ground floor exhibit. It was a “Black Power” referral, that seemed to mean a great work to the author, more so then it did to me, anyways. But the acid was beginning to kick in, I remember staring at this piece that was a ball surrounded by plants, which were surrounded by zebra skins. I stared at it for about twenty minutes, overwhelmed, I wondered, what does this mean, what could this mean. When it hit me. The yellow ball was the sun, the sun is life, this artists life, the plants around it represented life, and the zebra skin death. He is surrounded by life and death, at the same time. I saw a girl next to me, with her very old grandmother. She said to her “Oh my god, did he actually kill some zebras for some stupid art”. I looked at her, this was not stupid, and the zebra skin was really old, they most likely died of natural causes, I don’t think an artist who emphasized conservation would be that hypocritical. But she was gone, walked off to live her life of ignorance. I wonder where she is now, and I do feel sorry for her.

I decided to take the elevator up, inside it I ate a couple shrooms, then stepped out. I stepped inside a room to my right, inside a video was playing from an extremely old projector. It was just things, first a pot, then a vase, then smaller and smaller things, they were all on top of each other, being lifted up, but the camera was being zoomed in so perfectly that it seemed that a large cooking pot was the same size as a coffee cup, inside this dark room I finished my bag of shrooms.

I walked out. I noticed a stack of boxes, at the bottom was the box from a betamax, at the top, was the box from an ipod, I was interested in this. So I stepped into the movie behind it. It was shots of an office building. With slow modern jazz. There was an abundance of black people, but I didn’t really think anything of it, but I stared noticing things, like, hey, there are “ebony” magazines on the wall, woah, that machine only sells grape soda, as the jazz started ramping up I began noticing more and more racist things in the backround, it was ramping and ramping, until it reached a cresendo, and it showed many books on the black soul. The short movie was over. I sat there, awestuck, I really felt moved. It was amazing.

The next exhibit was called “Art of the 80’s”. I saw some really cool pieces, but in the alcove I noticed another movie. I went in and sat down. It was about the AIDS/gay movement, centered around this one guy. In an interview from a live talk show he made an awesome speech, I still remember it. The host goes “So, how do you live with AIDS”, and the guy goes and says “Fuck you, you’re an asshole for thinking so ignorant, you think I’m living with AIDS? No! I’m dieing from AIDS, you’re fucking living with aids, everyone on the goddamn planet is living with AIDS, only the people who have it are dieing from it, why don’t you ask what its like to be dieing from AIDS, to know every morning that you’re going to die and you can’t do anything about it. Everyone is living with AIDS, everyone.” I walked out, tearing up.

In the next room was a silver bunny rabbit, by now I was tripping, my contorted reflection was jumbled up and moving around. The head of it turned around, and flew off. On the wall to my right was a painting of a bunch of naked people, they we’re yelling at me, I knew they were, you don’t need to make noise to yell at somebody.

I walked into the room across the museum, there was a brown pipe sculpture, twisting and contorting around itself. On the wall next to it was a large sink shaped like a Y, a huge wall piece made up of stuffed animals, and a small piece that moved me more than anything. It was hundreds of novelty candles, all melted half way, and it was beautiful, amazing, I saw the candles moving and contorting, it was impossible to focus on any one candle, it was one piece, one world, one life.

The next room was all about Puerto Rican pride, it had one awesome piece. The reverend Jesse Jackson was painted on the wall, but he was painted with white skin and blonde hair. With a spray painted “How do you like me now” on the bottom. I loved it.

On my way back I decided to take the stairs, I love this choice, I got to see my favorite piece of the museum. It was pictures of an old apartment building, the artist had sawed huge holes in the floor, perfectly round, and took pictures of them. http://www.curatedobject.us/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/17/a7f6cgmatta.jpg There were many more of these, and I spent about an hour in this tiny exhibit, staring, wondering, I will remember these for the rest of my life.

I stared at the fish in the lobby for a couple ten minutes, then set off to the Chicago Museum of Art.

May 11, 2012 at 12:51 pm

Sounds awesome.

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Tobias Valdemar Broe Knudsen (92) (@2bias) 10 years, 4 months ago ago

This is such an awesome story dude.

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Anonymous (481) (@) 10 years, 4 months ago ago

@2bias, I might write about what happened at the other museum…

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Ricardo (32) (@ricardomrodriguez) 10 years, 4 months ago ago

Awesome story, I love this city

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Tobias Valdemar Broe Knudsen (92) (@2bias) 10 years, 4 months ago ago

@thomaschong, Please do! :)

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Jason (111) (@thinknowlivenow) 10 years, 4 months ago ago

WOW. This made my night!

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RobertC (19) (@racastillo) 10 years, 4 months ago ago

I live outside Chicago and I love the Chicago Art Institute. I haven’t made it to the contemporary art museum, but I’d like to soon. Maybe I’ll find some shrooms first?

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Anonymous (481) (@) 10 years, 4 months ago ago

@racastillo, You really should!

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