Today I walked through the galleries at varying speeds to experience the artwork in different ways.
I traveled through Frank Gaard at an aggressively average speed, spending 16 seconds on each piece. I found that the 16 seconds felt uncomfortably long when someone was standing near me, but were inadequately short when I had space to myself.
I traveled through Midnight Party slowly, spending at least twice the amount of normal time on each piece– with a special interest in the more “blank” pieces, such as Sherri Levine’s Black Mirror. Guards watched me but did not interact.
I traveled through Absentee Landlord at a quick pace– never stopping to look at a piece, but glancing at each one. This was the most uncomfortable and embarrassing, as guards and other patrons judgmentally glared at my disinterest.