The Last Newspaper. Photo Credit: The Lo-Down NY

The Last Newspaper featured at the New Museum was a running metaphor. Just about everywhere you turn there was yet another piece waiting to be deciphered. One I found particularly interesting was one by Adam McEwen, where he wrote an obituary for Caster Semenya a South African middle-distance runner and champion. During the article I questioned the importanc,  though moving, I didn’t see the fit in the exhibition. Moving through, I was not so moved by a piece that had newspaper articles of Saddam Hussein and glitter on top of the articles glued by an unruly substance. Though I admire the dedication from the curator of this exhibition, I was continually confused by the pieces chosen to illuminate the metaphor. When I thought I could not get any more confused, I did. As I walked in to the second part of the exhibition, I thought I walked into a newspaper factory with random people working on their computers. Was that part of the exhibition? Their office? All I can say about this exhibition was when I was not beside myself with confusion I was feeling a sort of dull dead like vibe. Though I am not sure if this was on purpose the exhibition was dull and dead kind of like a newspaper was that suppose to be the profound metaphor of the exhibition or a complete and utter accident? Would I recommend going to this exhibition? Maybe, confusion is a fundamental part of art, allowing someone to make their own opinions instead of laying it out right in front of them which many exhibitions do. Please take the time and find your own opinions on this exhibition, because trust me your mind could go just about anywhere.