There is nothing wrong with aimlessly wandering through an art gallery. It is actually a favorite pastime of mine. Passively gazing at works enables me to momentarily silence the whirring microprocessor of my mind, escape myself, and even occasionally make room for creative thoughts to drift in.
“The exhibition takes its title from Max Frisch’s 1980 novella, Man in the Holocene, in which the narrator gathers selections from encyclopedias and books to preserve knowledge as a deluge threatens to destroy his village. Of particular interest to the narrator is information about our geological present, the Holocene, which includes the development of human civilization. The Holocene is thus our period of geological time, in which we attempt to understand the physical and natural laws that govern the universe and the origins of life, while also coping with the significant extent of our own impact on the Earth’s ecosystems.”
Now that that’s out of the way..
I approached In the Holocene at MIT’s List Visual Arts Center without pretense. I simply came equipped with an open mind and a curiosity as to how such a vast and multi-layered subject would be tackled in a gallery setting.