A Short Note: Sammlung Boros

I had never before been on a guided tour of a gallery before. I like to linger in front of art—going on a tour as swift as this one was frustrating as there wasn’t opportunity for the lengthy gaze authentic aesthetic experience requires. While is was interesting to get swift glimpses at what is a very interesting collection of objects and hear the quick, often well determined hermeneutic offered buy the guide (who I swear was a touch stoned), the tour presented itself as an hour and a half long commercial for patronage and interest, further propagating casual, surface level investigations that promote the general disregard of depth found in our spectaclized, entertainment and commodity obsessed culture. The works are indeed shared by the owners, so, they can at least be seen. Yet this is performed in a way that ends up hiding them from the guests that pay to be rushed from gallery to gallery, from work to work. It was titillation, and not much more. The situation of this presentation further reveals how distant our culture is from being able to recognize the other: this alone makes Sammlung Boros worth going to.