I reserved Sunday's afternoon to pay a visit to the Infinite Island exhibition at Brooklyn Museum. The right choice after the bullshit holiday. I did had a good hunch about it and a good friend of mine recommended me to come after I recommended it to her without having been there. A hunch you know. Everything from the Caribbean attracts me easily.
I am not gonna review the exhibition. I would say that the art work is fantastic, right on my taste, the exhibition is well curated besides some lack of strictness in the research. Again, the art work just caught me.
My hunch was related to the anti-colonial sentiment that emerged in me the past months. I am tired of any political art that uses George W. Bush image because I strongly believe there is a need to talk about colonialism. It is like an incomplete debate. It is something that have shaped our way of life. I believe we still doing things just to satisfy our masters. Our minds have been set up for generations. Our republics are difficult to believe because they were created to fulfill the main powers demands. Many of our liberators were already set up by that western civilization mind. And there is more and more. I believe colonialism should be treated the way the Holocaust has been.
Of course Infinite Island put my mind around these thoughts once again, but I have to say that it showed me the healing properties of art within a society. I don't mean healing as the end of the problem. Personally, I was touched by Tropical Night, the installation by Christopher Cozier with the collaboration of Nicholas Laughlin. Image and text dialogue, my kind of stuff. And from that work I got this lovely sentence:
How do we define living in a site that was designed for others to play in.
