Wall of Color

errr I just erased 5 min of this I will not give up on my comment. Ok...one recent day ago I got lost on the subway system got off walked and happend upon P.S.1's bleak perimeter (cement wall's no color) & I saw that this giant building before me as an art institue I thought lucky dog & I merely walked in, affter I had finally passed the long walk though the prison exterior with cameras pointing in every wich direction, I got inside feeling a bit cold inside, as if I needed another reminder of what many of our unfourtunate bother's & sister's are going and have gone through. So I paid $2 & no I'm not a student & I'm very happy that I didn't wast or contribute another cent to this "art" building. The first place I discovered was the bookstore full of book's I though oh joy, however after spending maby 40min and checking out a couple of dozen book's I left confused & angry at the gross bleak pathetic hope dashing misrepresentation of out world wid culutrual art and art history, my favorit was this cool looking book describing on it's cover a rich history of our counter culutre's phycadelic art work & upon opening ??!??!!! huh it was litterally crayon drawing's of people & thing's less creative than a preschoolers drawing's. I walked out & went to the cafe to get some tap water...I don't think I've seen a worse cafe even in the midwest.... As I traveled though the various room's and floors of the art exhibits I was greated in each room & floor by more security guard's than their were people to see the art, what's more they consistantly harrased & hounded me thoughout the whole building (you're to closse to that art to sir step back! No picture's! Hey Don't Touch That!) constantly sticking their head's around corner's checking to see what you're doing it was plain odd & it wasn't just me either...Each room I walked into I was presented with but a few or a couple pieces of art in a vast very large open space for the building and room's were huge, I don't think I've seen such a wast of space the art work was so uncreative and unthoughtful I wondered howcome they simply didn't fill the room's with their modern art? instead a triangle on the floor one tiny picture with a few line's in it..yes I could have done a much better job than those few line's (I kind of like to juge art by the context of can I do a better job than that) and a half inflated ballon partialy adheased tot he floor. Every room was like this. I couldnt belive it I kept thinking how the hell do they come up with the funding to pay for this gigantic building & who come's to see it. I briskly walked though the whole building all 3 floor's and the basement. I couldnt really take to much time to think about the art simply because it didn't require hardly a moment's thought to completly grok. Atlast I calapsed in a room with two projection screen's and techno music blastin to a video stream about government created aid's, ufo's, and lizard people. I was acctually sorry to say that this was the most creative "art" exhibit in the whole of the building. So I sat contemplating this place the people and the building and I was left with the following impretion wich I wrote down in my notebook: P.S.1 the lion's den of death culture art. Humans who believe in this desperatly cling to what is called art, a gross misrepresentation of our rich art history consistantly dashing the hopes of those that so desperatly cling to what they wish, hope, belive to be a wealth of human art. Effectively brain washing those whom enter it's helish prision like gate's a litteral fortress of the helish human mindscape. I left hoping someone will soon tag all over it's large bleak cement wall surounding it's perimeter. The most beutiful art I had seen that day was all over the building ajacent the P.S.1 completly covered in a clash of graffitee style's all the way to the top of the 5 to 7 storie building wraped all the way around it and even on the ground. The best art is free & color's our everyday life.