While hardly about the pandemic, or any of the other crises so afflicting us, all are invoked in this exhibition, which is also often tender and profoundly soulful.
As someone deeply skeptical of technologically aided “interactive” art, I found this to be a thoroughly novel and captivating experience.
As the sounds of a storm fill the gallery, the illuminated caravan begins to clatter with life.
TORONTO — Lost in the Memory Palace sticks with you long after you leave the museum. It crawls under your skin and creeps into your head. Don’t be surprised if it even starts popping up in your dreams.
I’d like to start with a disclaimer: Top 5, 10, whatever lists make me nervous. They feel so definitive, so set in stone, and that makes me uncomfortable. What happens when my opinions evolve (as they inevitably will), or when I change my mind tomorrow, or if I accidentally forget something?
The congregating of crows to mourn is part of the inspiration beind the flock of black box speakers in “The Murder of Crows,” a disorienting sound installation by Janet Cardiff and George Bures Miller in the Park Avenue Armory.