Chelsea S.
Yelp
Let me give you a list of some of the "art" that we encountered at the Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Moderna during our December 2016 visit, and have you decide if this is something you want to see or not:
* The flesh of multiple horses sewn together, with rotting genitalia exposed, dangling from the ceiling;
* A cylindrical metal pole vertically resting atop a flattened tire (could have been nabbed from a junkyard);
* Several neon poster boards stapled together on a canvas à la elementary and middle school;
* A thin, plastic black pole attached to the wall and floor, arched between two black leather shoes;
* Soiled, filthy linens sewn together on a canvas and mounted on a wall;
* Two marble busts of harrowing, melting faces;
* An unsightly home aquarium with colorless, foamy, fungal-looking coral;
* Some household objects on display instead of being functional, including dusty dust mops, a toilet seat, and paper maché chairs and shelves.
Much of the art you encounter will make you wonder why you don't have the special privilege to be able to stab a linen with a knife a few times and then earn money to display it in a prominent National Gallery.
Fascinatingly, this type of art is displayed in the same room as 19th century Romanesque sculptures and Baroque paintings. You will also find some lesser-known works of famous artists from Paris, Italy, and New York, including Auguste Rhodin, Vincent van Gogh, Marcel Duchamp, Gustav Klimt, Jackson Pollock, Andy Warhol, Giorgio di Chirico, and Claude Monet, but I'd argue the works are lesser-known for a reason.
Perhaps there is some deeper meaning to the fact that this museum places Romanesque sculptures in the same room as dead horse flesh and seemingly meaningless photos of everyday life. Personally, I like to see art which displays artistic talent, and whose whose message is clear, not whose meaning is "subjective to the individual experience," when the object I am staring at is a weathered dust-mop. Maybe that's your kind of museum, but it is certainly not mine.