I went to the Keith Haring exhibit at Cincinnati Contemporary Arts Center today.
The exhibit is very much worth visiting.
Mr. Haring lived 1958-1990.
Two days after the death of my dad, this exhibit seemed like a proper mix of intellect and aesthetics, and of good cheer and death.
Many Haring drawings dealt with AIDS. In a number of his works, Mr. Haring showed a justified contempt for Ronald Reagan due to how Mr. Reagan ignored the AIDS crisis.
The museum said you could not take pictures of Mr. Haring’s art. At the same time, the exhibit celebrated Mr. Haring’s start as a graffiti artist, and talked about him being arrested for chalk drawings in public spaces in NYC.
Everything becomes a product.
Death is a product. You can buy different funeral packages that help you dispose of the dead person in your life in varying ways.
The picture above is from the book I bought today of drawings completed by the deceased Mr. Haring.
One way we dispose of the dead is to remember them in a way that suits the needs and wants of the living.