The Butler Museum of Art

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Too busy to make it to the Met? Butler displays are a poor substitute, but will do for a few minutes’ distraction. Bwog rookie Rob Stenson critiques the latest. 

sdfdIt’s exhibition installation season at Columbia, with first year MFAs in Schermerhorn (from high-art pornography to cable TV), and a senior thesis show in Dodge (exhibition highlight: an electrical cable in a bucket of water). But of all the new destinations for art-connoisseuring on campus, none is as accessible or relentlessly contemporary as what has replaced the Joseph Urban stage model exhibit in the third-floor display cases at Butler. Accessible, because the installation is timed right for reading week cellphone breaks. Relentless, because the new show, titled “Preserving the Libraries’ Collections,” embraces an object-fetishist aesthetic equal parts Hard Rock Cafe, natural history museum exhibition, and contemporary art-is-just-stuff-ism of trash on display.

The exhibition, a richly-illustrated, richly-accompanied, six case primer on how information disappears and how we can save it, does not disappoint. Janet Gertz, Director of Preservation at Butler and sole curator of the third floor display, has pulled off something artistically unique: a show that subtly critiques not the institution but us, its visitors. Full of placards that gently scold library patrons—e.g. “YOU CAN HELP”; “Please be careful when replacing books on shelves”; “If you see vermin, report the problem to staff”—the whole thing becomes a catalogue of our library-going sins. Here are the books you have killed, it says: Dostoevsky with a crushed spine, coffee-stained sociology, one “unfortunate specimen” eaten by a dog, an encyclopedia destroyed by an untutored photocopying technique.

Exhibition highlights include a plastic bag (pictured) in a case titled “Earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, and fires: enemies of library collections,” latex gloves, a
sdfdsgas mask available at University Hardware, a Jaz disc and drive (“period of use was the mid-1990s through the early 2000’s”), a CD burner, and a laserdisc of Italy’s tourist attractions. All of the stuff—either exhumed from library storage, or destined to be trash—seems left behind, like the props from some event that was as equally uninspired and as visually uninteresting as the current exhibition.

So, for painfully overwrought works of art—walls of abstract doodles and letters to the 1980s—by people who would like to be artists, visit Schermerhorn and Dodge. For the effortless display of stuff that would otherwise be trash, but is—when cobbled together by Janet Gertz, who doesn’t appear to care very much—a kind of contemporary art by accident, simply exit the reading room and answer your phone.

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  1. nice  

    well done mr. stenson. hope to see more of your work here in the future.

    and butler, for shame. you've done more than your fair share vindicating arthur danto's theory of the end of art.

  2. Spooy Luv  

    Hey, this is Spoony Luv from up above. Much respect and love for you Butler. Much respect and love.

  3. ...  

    high-art porn?!

    i want a link.

  4. ugh  

    typical college freshman writer..... didn;t u read orwell in university writing man?

    • umm  

      typical bwog response... don't you realize everyone read orwell in university writing (man) and for you to call someone out on it is not only lame but unoriginal? it's cool though. you probably have friends.

  5. pithy  

    if it made any sense.....

  6. wtf  

    whats up with the bwog censoring everything suddenly? not cool bwog, not cool

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