There is a 3 month long (or short) performance art piece underway at MoMA.  If you look at the picture above, you will see the representation of a representation of a sculpture made entirely of light that depicts the human condition or probably better yet, human conditioning or even probably better yet than ever, the elimination of human conditioning.

what?

I’m not going to over or under write this anymore.  I’m going all id.

The space within which the user is invited to gaze into the outward gazing eyes of Marina Abramović is bathed in controlled light.  There are no shadows because the space is like a film set without the filming going on (even though this picture demonstrates the fact that there is filming going on, but the medium is not the message here).  The space is fake.  The gazes are  real.  They are empty but they elicit real emotion.  But not in you probably.  What they elicit I can’t tell, but what I can probably say is that the best they can do is answer a question that you didn’t ask or maybe the other way around and ask a question that has no answer.  Not because there is no right answer or wrong answer, but because the answer you would get is so banal and disappointingly true that you were better off not bursting that bubble in the first place.

There is nothing going on here.  If you hate this you are right.  If you love this, you are stupid.  If you don’t know what is going on, you are weak.  If you look at it and get it immediately but realize that once that happens you still don’t know, then you walk away and wonder if the thing that is invisible and dangles like a book on a line in the sun between the eyes of the two participants and the eyes of the 55 observers is the same thing that makes you want to want to want to want.

Ceci n’est pas une [ *blank empty thing* ]