Combining a Sex Club With Classic Art Not The Wisest Choice
This reminds me of the line from a Rodney Dangerfield movie, Back to School.
"You're wife's just been showing us her Klimt. . . . She's very proud of it." And Rodney says, "I'm proud of mine too. I don't go waving it around at parties, though."
It would seem Buechel's object lesson with this combined exhibit is Klimt's masterpieces were as shocking in their day, as sex clubs are in ours.
Every of-age patron of the museum is treated to mood lighting, low-slung couches and erotic non-masterpieces in route to the collection.
This means that 18 and 19-year old young men and women will be lovingly introduced into the the crack cocaine of human sexuality, with the imprimatur of a respected social institution, thereby reinforcing what he or she has probably already explored in private on the internet.
Is this really the role of art in modern society?
It's one thing for Gustav Klimt to have done it in 1902, because he gave us what can arguably be considered great art, but all Buechel seems to be giving us is plastic flowers and shag carpeting.
The exhibition ends April 18th.