Friday, January 12, 2007

thoughts under glass

I've been dreaming about building a museum. I'd like the museum to be filled with dioramas. Not the standard kind -- mine would house eclectic arrangements of everyday objects, decaying mannequins, old luggage, waxed produce, forgotten calculators, abandoned packaging materials, scary dolls, non-winning lottery tickets... you get the idea. In their quest to hypnotize the young and sucker them into learning, museums everywhere seem to be abandoning dioramas in favor of walls of open displays and multimedia hoopla. All of that is fine, but I've always found dioramas somehow magnetic -- tiny capsules of objects in still air, with fake backgrounds and internal lights that make them feel far deeper than they are.

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