I didn’t do it on purpose. Maybe if the Noguchi Museum doesn’t want people accidentally sitting on their sculptures, they shouldn’t place one that looks like a perfect rock to sit on in their sculpture garden.
I was back at the museum’s free First Fridays for the second time in 3 months. I figured I could use another dose of the calm-inducing sculptures considering this week has been anything but (mostly in my own head, but believe me, that’s enough to do plenty of damage, calm-killing-wise). So I went there after work and sat in the sculpture garden in the dark, and tried to figure out how exactly people manage meditation.
How do you quiet a brain that just wants to splatter errant thoughts at you? How do you convince a mind to rest when it only wants to bounce around off the walls of your skull? How do you force a soul to be still when it’s merely concerned with fighting for its life? How do you remember that in the midst of chaos (whether within your head or in an airport in LA) when it feels like everything is crashing down around you, you are not alone in the world? How do you find peace when it insists upon being the champion in an elaborate hide-and-seek game?
These are the things I was trying to contemplate, to prepare myself for meditating, when a museum worker approached me and said, “That’s a sculpture. You can’t sit on the sculptures.”
I got up and went inside, where a group of people were sitting around a wire sculpture and discussing it. They were just calmly talking about this one piece of art. I thought I could probably learn a lesson on how to be quiet and focused from them, but after about 15 seconds of watching them I grew impatient and left. I want to be calm, and centered, and productive, and not such a hopeless slave to my emotions, yes. But I also don’t want to spend my precious time on this earth talking about a wire tree.
Here are some people talking about a wire thing. And here’s what looks like a little dinosaur.