I, Spectator.

I am at the MCA. I am there to see the Olafur Eliason Exhibition. I see a table FULL of white lego. Is this the artists work, or is it the MCA's childcare initiative to allow single parents a proper and full experience of contemporary art? I do not care. I do not bother to look or find an artist statement or brochure or ask one of the MCA staff (who seem to be sitting blankly, probably half-wishing they had thought of a giant table of lego posing as art for their previous years graduate show) to explain the work to me. All I care about at that moment is making the tallest lego 'thing' in the room and note that everyone around me seems to be on a similar mission as well. Making sure everyone at the table was over the age of 5, I join the group to begin making my work of art. In the end, it's harder than I imagined and more boring than anything-- my skyscraper is as big as a pencil and everyone else's robots, buildings and objects seem to belittle mine. I look around for help-- do I keep going? Is there a time limit to how long I sit here? Some people are destroying what they've made, do I do that? Does this have a food element because I've heard some other artists are into that? I leave the questions in my head and walk away unscathed, feeling no different from when I arrived. I leave not knowing what the work was about (concluding that even if I did it wouldn't matter), seeing no difference between looking at the lego and playing with the lego. As I exited the MCA, I could only imagine Olafur Eliason was laughing on a throne in a mansion on top of a mountain somewhere made entirely from coloured lego pieces...