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Expect the Enema Bag Sculptures: Rachel Whiteread at the National Gallery of Art

December 31, 2018

This exhibit is not what it seems
I’m told that art is supposed to provoke a reaction. My first reaction to Rachel Whiteread’s exhibit at the National Gallery of Art was surprise. As I walked from room to room, amusement followed. Soon, amusement was leading me, or more like pulling me, into each new part of the exhibit.

I don’t think amusement was what Whiteread or the curators at the National Gallery of Art were going for. Clearly, I am not their target audience. If there had been a pre-test to determine my worthiness to view this exhibit, I would have failed it.

This is what happens when museums are free. No-cost museums mean simply anyone can walk in, lured by what appears to be a photograph of a not-yet-hung door in a Caribbean home, and opinionate about the difference between what they expected after not reading about the exhibit ahead of time and what the exhibit actually contained.

I sincerely apologize to the art-loving community for my complete and utter lack of refinement. Usually, in situations where I just don’t seem to be “getting” the art or the lecture, or I don’t understand the “transitional elements in the Mark Rothko-esque moth-loves-lamp meme,” I lurk near other people. I listen to the appreciative, knowing things they say, and I try to learn something.

Eavesdropping for knowledge was not possible at the National Gallery of Art on the day I saw the Whiteread exhibit. It was a Wednesday morning right after the museum opened. The only ones to talk with were the guards. This being me, I talk with guards all the time, or at least I give them the wide-eye about odd human behavior going on in an exhibit. But it didn’t seem right to chat with the guards about this exhibit. The only questions I could come up with were leading ones, and I would have been fighting a chuckle or a snort. The wide-eye would have been about me, and the guards would have been giving it to each other.

Instead of chatting, I spent an inordinate amount of exhibit time taking pictures and contemplating the difference between what I guessed certain pieces should taste like and what they would most likely actually taste like. The tasting-thoughts portion of the exhibit did not begin until after I was beyond the enema bag sculptures. Thank the Maker.

Just because I don’t get Whiteread’s art doesn’t mean people who can’t visit don’t want to see it. I can only hope enough good comes of my posting these pictures (despite the internal dialogue I offer below) that all the negative karma I’m accumulating on this page is somehow abated.

If that’s not how karma works, I’m in big trouble. Regardless…

Untitled Domestic, 2002, Rachel Whiteread

Untitled Domestic, 2002, Rachel Whiteread

This exhibit is for me!

Untitled Torsos, 1992-1999, Rachel Whiteread

Untitled Torsos, 1992-1999, Rachel Whiteread

Oh. Oh, what? Oh, my. I did not know there were so many types of enema bags.

Untitled Twenty-Five Spaces, 1995, Rachel Whiteread 2

Untitled Twenty-Five Spaces, 1995, Rachel Whiteread 2

These jellies do not wiggle.

Various Pieces, Rachel Whiteread

Various Pieces, Rachel Whiteread

This furniture store is very disappointing.

Untitled Library, 1999, Rachel Whiteread

Untitled Library, 1999, Rachel Whiteread

Is it still a library if no one can read the books?

Untitled Yellow Bath, 1996, Rachel Whiteread

Untitled Yellow Bath, 1996, Rachel Whiteread

I do not want a bath in the yellow bath.

Untitled White Slab, 1994 and 2017, Rachel Whiteread

Untitled White Slab, 1994 and 2017, Rachel Whiteread

Tongue depressor for a whale.

Flap, 1989, Rachel Whiteread

Flap, 1989, Rachel Whiteread

Huh.

Untitled Amber Mattress, 1992, Rachel Whiteread

Untitled Amber Mattress, 1992, Rachel Whiteread

[…]

Untitled Bath, 1990, Rachel Whiteread

Untitled Bath, 1990, Rachel Whiteread

I found one of the sinks Victor the Cleaner used.

Art is everywhere.

Study, 2005, Rachel Whiteread

Study, 2005, Rachel Whiteread

On Craigslist, I once gave away a desk like this for free.

Doorway 1, 2010, Rachel Whiteread

Doorway 1, 2010, Rachel Whiteread

Damn you, beautiful door of lies.

Night Glass, 2011, Rachel Whiteread

Night Glass, 2011, Rachel Whiteread

The buttons on this Nintendo controller do not work.

Untitled Hive II, 2007 and 2008, Rachel Whiteread

Untitled Hive II, 2007 and 2008, Rachel Whiteread

This jelly house would taste like the screams of dying insects.

Untitled, 2011, Rachel Whiteread

Untitled, 2011, Rachel Whiteread

WAIT I LIKE THIS ONE I AM SO CONFUSED.

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