Art glorious art

Spontaneously, impulsively I agreed to go with friends to GOMA, the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane. I had wanted to see their Triennial of Asia Pacific Art exhibit for a while, but a mix of lethargy, general inertia and busyness had kept me away. Therefore, it was with some anticipation that I approached the art exhibit, and I must say it did not disappoint. What greeted us upon stepping into the arctic air conditioning was glorious white, quaint pieces of paper folded to curve in the centre and strung together to form a flittering whimsical mast like canopy, reminiscent of Miyazaki's scene in spirited away. There was a giant wall covered in an sparkly ethnic Aztec Japanese fusion print, a life sized moose covered in crystal glass beads and various other curious things. My favourite exhibit was however the white room densely covered with white vertical strings. Stepping in your vision was obscured by the strings, and as you moved forward the strings parted around you and caressing you as you pass through. It felt like I was taking a stroll in a wonderful alien planet.