Bexinator
Contributing Vicer
What is liberal arts without … arts? As everyone forgets about the existence of I.S. (except for the seniors who still have orals, symposium and the potential to talk about it while networking forever), spring comes into full swing here at the College of and this year it’s all about the art. Ebert, the building, is mad psyched to showcase April’s exhibit “The Art of Tables.”
The title of the collection is a commentary on the title of the College itself; I will not go into further analysis of that, but essentially it is the use of the “of” in the middle of the name that parallels The College of Wooster. Of course this critical detail can be practically thrown away when assessing the grotesically exquisite nature of the piece itself.
The exhibit is something of wonder because it was completely created by the students — the unsuspecting, self-conscious and pure-minded students. While deciding whether or not table graffiti under mellow lighting counted as an exhibit, especially because it is only open to those who own Blundstones, the College was a bit apprehensive at first.
“It’s tricky because what is the artist’s identity? No one knows, but like we kinda love it,” said Kendra Alpha Kappa ’20, with a nostalgia for Yik-Yak in her eyes. The anonymity of the collection makes it revolutionary.
While the pieces dance around the topic of conformity — addressing various groups and affiliations that the College charters or rather used to charter or charters now but who’s to say what 2019 will bring — it ultimately leaves the viewer somehow completely aware.
The exhibit is extraordinary, and possibly the best thing to happen to the College since some dude decided to put a gaping hole in the main academic building and declare it a college trademark or at least something that makes us slightly different than Princeton. However, this has not kept it from causing a couple of problems. Installing the table grafitti pieces was a rather robust task because all the tables from the library had to be removed and placed in Ebert. Without the tables, the library’s only purpose is to house books. And let’s face it, no college students read books these days so the library stands vacant for the duration of the show.
This has caused the entirety of the student body to shift to doing work in the pit, which was nice at first; everyone came together and saw their similarities, such as the lacrosse and quidditch teams realizing that they play virtually the same sport. Unfortunately, it has also resulted in some serious overcrowding, and thus the floor has broken.
Now, with the Wednesday Pops wrap being much more drywall than raw chicken, students have really spiraled out of control. The new batch of tour guides are being trained to say this sentence before they enter Ebert: “The exhibit has been great, but since it’s installation, we have reached the largest number of interim reports given out in a single week due to the students’ inability to focus on anything other than the total and complete destruction of their student center; now we’re going to go ahead and cross the street.”