It’s not actually called that, but the lack of spaces in the title of the museum on the Huangpu makes it seem as if it might be. The Shanghai Power Station of Art is a strange place. We arrived in the late afternoon on a chilly November day, and after refusing to leave my bag in a locker we wandered the place and looked at…some art? I suppose?
Here’s a weird gallery of weirdness.
Into the white box which is apparently art
That’s a bed up there.
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It’s a chair. With a projection of a guy talking about a chair.
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Pube balls, suspended in space.
Dead cherub in the entryway.
It is a strange place. Easily the best part of the experience was the rooftop.
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La Sacra Conversazione, a la Coleen e Russell
The tiny little people in the face of THE CITY
Overall, would maybe recommend. It’s a little bit weird and totally desolate out there, but maybe that’s the point. There was also some great moral mural artwork on the way back to the subway station.
Coleen Monroe-Knight is a Colorado native who has left a trail of new homes for herself around the world. She's set foot in 30 countries and lived on four continents in the last thirteen years.
Her nomad homes are in Colorado, Chilean Patagonia, France, Italy, Switzerland, South Korea, England, China, and Iceland. After more than two years of not traveling she finds herself on a family gap year after leaving China. Upcoming travels in England, Spain, Eastern Europe, and ????????? this year.
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