* The Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis felt more like a minimalistic boonies when I entered it. It was an eventless Wednesday afternoon after all. I decorously circled through the group exhibition, titled “For the blind man in the dark room looking for the black cat that isn’t there,” like a civilized zombie hungry for the art. I stared at Bruno Munari’s Seeking comfort in an uncomfortable armchair, transfixed, like gawking down a helpless victim before depriving the essence of time out of her. A line from Dexter, “loneliness is an art form,” doggedly circumnavigated around me during my entire visit to this space. Few reasons for that particular occurrence, but there were inadequate ones as usual.

Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis