At the Hirschhorn Museum, we were each handed a small sheet of colorful stickers to apply wherever we wanted to what had once been an all-white room. It felt playful, happy, colorful, and participatory. We were helping the artist "obliterate" the white room. I mean, when is any museum-goer ever asked to add their two cents, or colorful stickers, in this instance? Most of the time we're told, Do Not Touch The Objects. But here we were enthusiastically encouraged to slap on our stickers wherever we wanted. It was fun. And Ed even sat down and played at the colorful Kusama piano. But after I learned that Kusama's mental illness had led her to want to be obliterated, to obliterate herself, my reaction to this exhibit is more complex and nuanced. And I suspect yours would be, too.
Infinity Mirrors at the same exhibit. So mesmerizing I didn't want to leave after the guard told me my 20 seconds in the room was up.