I had the good fortune this morning to participate in a sort of cultural think tank for a national retailer. They assembled an architect, a DJ, a gallery curator, some interior designers and me (the resident geek who speaks Human) to talk about trends in culture, technology and fashion.
In the past, I’ve been somewhat frustrated when DJs have enjoyed the status awarded to artists in our society. If they’re not composers then, in my mind, they’re not artists.
Sitting between the gallery curator and the DJ, it occured to me that that’s what the latter really is: a musical curator. They decide which music goes side by side in an auditory gallery, and help present it to the listener.
This certainly isn’t a new idea, but I’m just catching up. Regardless, it was a pretty fascinating discussion.
The event was at the Vancouver Art Gallery, and afterwards, on somebody’s recommendation, I snuck in to have a quick look at Bank of Sand, Sand of Bank, a super-cool installation by Huang Yong Ping. It’s a room-sized sculpture of the former British HSBC bank building, and made of out of sand. Over time, because of gravity and the tremors generated by the feet of gallery visitors, the enormous sand castle starts to crumble. When I saw it, large chunks of the facade had already fallen off.
I snapped a lousy photo of the sculpture with my crappy, old camera phone.