A Glorious Mishmash

As part of my job, I repeatedly visit the same places over and over again in Boston. That might sound boring to some, but it is never boring to me. I see the places again and again with different people and see the experience through a different set of eyes. I also see the places at different times of year.

The Institute of Contemporary Art is one of those places. I’ve been going there for five years. Its another of those places in Boston that I visited before I was a teacher and thought I’d visit once, never imagining in a million years that I’d continually visit it.

I’ve seen some good art there, some great art and some utterly incomprehensible art. One instance that comes to mind was an exhibit that consisted of a man’s boxer shorts, his jeans, t-shirt and shoes. It looked like a pile of clothes I’d leave on the floor. Ridiculous. Ok I rephrase. Unconventional and to be taken seriously as it is an a serious expression of the artist’s feelings. Well, either way, they are all great: