Every fall, the streets of Toronto fill with urbanites and suburbanites alike, keen to take in the “massive participatory celebration of contemporary art” that is Nuit Blanche.
As someone who is no stranger to putting my thoughts on display for the comment and criticism of others, I can appreciate the effort that the artists put into their projects.
However, I am not among those who believe that anything that evokes an emotional response is art.
Is a giant silver rabbit balloon in the Eaton Centre art?
Is a giant Fun Slide in the middle of Bay Street art?
Ironic, yes. Spectacle. Festival, even.
Is a blog a form of art?
Or is it spectacle? Voyeurism? Narcissism?
Having said that, there is something brilliant about an opportunity to wander the city at night with good friends to see things that aren’t normally part of the landscape.
And who would ever miss the opportunity to inappropriately touch a large inflatable art installation?