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overshadowed by my anticipation of experiencing
the works produced by these creative, budding
talents who have collaborated towards growing
Aruba’s progressive art scene. The streets are filled
with locals converging on the dilapidated remains
of the old school, curious about this underground
movement that apparently is not so underground
The crumbling ruins, surrounded by an eerie
embellishment of wild, gangly, overgrown trees
and shrubs (something we refer to here on Aruba
as “mondi”), are aglow in LED hues of pink and
purple—the effect is somewhat haunting, very
much intriguing. We are greeted at the door with
a flyer introducing the evening’s artists and a map
detailing the various staging areas…
waste lands
emulsion room
macaco den palo spot
…hmmm, this
should be interesting!
In the spirit of full disclosure, I am a lover of
the arts—from painting, sculpture, and mosaic
to music, theater, dance, and the culinary arts
(especially the latter, particularly
the latter).
However, I must confess, until now, installation
art was not really my thing. The genre, which
is typically site-specific and often temporary, aims
to transform a space characteristically using three-
dimensional presentations that are very alternative
and most assuredly abstract, and, well, often leave
me saying “Huh?” I guess you could call me a
traditionalist, wanting art to be more tangible for
my mind—something that speaks directly to me,
moves me personally. But as my business partner
and sometime collaborator (and art history major),
Rona Coster, so eloquently and rather bluntly puts
it, “It’s not about you or if it even speaks to you…
it’s about the artist and what moves them, what is
evocative to them.” Duly noted: check ego at the
door and keep an open mind.
With 27 installations to visit, there is no
risk of sensory deprivation. Our group starts
perusing the installations together, but as the
evening unfolds, we lose track of one another,
finding our individual selves drawn to different
installations that intrigue us. Performance art
is in no short supply, exploring emotions and
offering social commentary. The short films,
although perplexing, are intoxicating. All senses
are activated—even smell and taste are roused by
a consumable art display, which Rona calls “cave
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