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By Jane Doe Date: 2009 Oct 06 Comment on this Work [[2009.10.06.07.36.29036]] |
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Its broken but its not a “ship” .... and was never one. I registered***... last night, so now I am officially one of the bits and pieces of what seems to be a conked out puzzle of a hologram Rubik's cube. Last ditch text a month after death. Drunk dial some 12 moons ago. I tried to be cute for a year. That wasn’t cute enough. When you’re 39, you’re too old to be cute actually. Forget the next “cute plans” … of birthday and Christmas, sweet tooth … am doomed! That museum and I … that wasn’t a chance thing. We were led to each other. The sign’s crystal clear. I blurred my eye, and it was my own doing. Fuck that anchor! Am riding “brokenships”. It’s time to sail. Someday you will remember. One day I will forget. ******************** The Museum of Brokenships is an art concept which proceeds from the assumption that objects possess integrated fields - ‘holograms’ of memories and emotions - and intends with its layout to create a space of ‘secure memory’ or ‘protected remembrance’ in order to preserve the material and nonmaterial heritage of what used to be beautiful yet now is broken. Unlike the ‘destructive’ self-help instructions for recovery from failed loves, the Museum offers every individual the chance to overcome the emotional collapse through creation - by contributing to the Museum's collection. The individual gets rid of ‘controversial objects’, triggers of momentarily ‘undesirable’ emotions, by turning them into museum exhibits, and thereby participating in the creation of a preserved collective emotional history. The museum has everything from romantic and touching letters to different gifts given to lovers like teddy bears and photos, but also such unusual examples as leg prosthesis donated by a war veteran who fell in love with his physiotherapist or a gall stone. Every single object on display is anonymous, and has a description / story related to the relationship that was behind ... Amen. |