A
Trip to The Secret Museum
by
Jamie Joy Gatto
| I
stumbed upon an artistic, intelligent treasure trove called The Secret
Museum a few years ago while reading reviews at Adult
Backwash, a community of reviewers who search the Web in order
to find, review and post interesting, wacky, and often sensual sex-related
sites, articles and individual pages. Adult Backwash is divided
into communities of reviewers by specific personalities and topics, and
their Top 40 picks can be delivered into your inbox each Monday.
I opted
to have the list delivered by email because it's just plain fun. Surfing
their reviewer's picks always insures a strange Web trip, and I often find
a site to bookmark for future reference, or for more detailed perusing
later.
Though
sometimes the picks can be a little lame, the sites I choose to visit usually
at least elicit a laugh if not a, "What the fuuuuck?" Which, to
me, is what the 'Net is all about: sex, and giggles, and information.
The
Secret Museum, however, was a link that inspired in me more than the
normal reaction. At first I wasn't sure what to do when I arrived at the
site. There weren't any text links, just a few beautiful illustrations,
seemingly unrelated, yet cohesive in an odd sort of way. |
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By
placing my cursor over the images, I thought I'd find some sort of mouse
over effect. No, just the lovely pictures. Ok, I thought, a weird challenge
is something I generally like, especially involving art, or word games,
or puzzles.
So
I clicked. Then I clicked, and clicked, and read and played, and marveled
at the brilliance of the artist's mind. I spent over an hour on my first
trip to the museum.
A collection
of evolving themes, set inside "a collection of conceptual works," the
site contains mysteries for the viewer to surf and explore. Many of the
"exhibits" are interactive, containing text and hidden images, often using
Flash animation, Splash layouts, and javascript pop-ups containing explanations
and detailed stories about the art. |
| While
I love the strange little details, I find the "missing pieces" the most
interesting. There are certain places lacking text description that seem
to be there to allow the reader's mind to fill in the blanks. Intelligent,
sexy art-- what more could you ask for? I believe all good art challenges
us in some way, be it emotionally, aesthetically, or literally.
Since
my first visit, the site has morphed, and has been colored with new and
provocative visual delights. Each "collection" I've viewed has been accompanied
with a letter from the museum's Curator. At this time, an elaborate story
has been developed surrounding the museum, its history, and the world surrounding
it.
You'll
have to do a bit of reading to catch up. The
Secret Museum may be a site that is difficult to explain, but it
is delightful to witness. I suggest a trip to see for yourself. Make sure
you set aside a little time for your visit. It is easy to get lost in the
museum's virtual corridors. |
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The
Secret Museum's Curator has sent our Mind Caviar Readers a message
to help set you all on your way to discovering what lies therein.
A
Message From The Secret Museum's Curator
Dear
Mind
Caviar Readers and potential Patrons,
London
is very old. Its tangled streets are nothing compared to the knots
of its psychogeography – the Hobbs Lane “bomb”, Boudiccia’s suicide and
the Ripper murders. Between the nodes of Hawksmore’s obelisks lies
The
Secret Museum - a collection of erotic works that draws the whirl and
the rush of humanity into its quiet galleries. |
Here patrons
can enjoy creations that prove the categories of art and pornography are
not mutually exclusive.
Tucked
behind the blackened husk of a disused church, our gallery inhabits a large
retrofitted Victorian house. The birches in the courtyard may have
withered with the Minsk Fallout, but inside glittering phials of luminous
fungi reveal the beauty of polished mahogany. It would seem that
this site was chosen to stage a sexual insurrection, for beneath the building’s
Saxon foundations lie the shattered Roman alters of The Cult of Cybele.
But
we live in troubling times. The sky is the colour of a cold cathode
and the institution is not immune to the current factional violence.
It is becoming apparent that the Museum will play some role, for one group
invests it with special meaning. Though many visitors wear waxed
ponchos as protection against the Fallout, several cloaked figures of bestial
appearance have been sighted in our salons.
Time
will tell.
I am,
Ladies and Gentlemen, your must humble servant,
~
The Curator
Visit
The Secret Museum online
to see more of this work, and to uncover the museum's many mysteries.
All
images posted in this article and "Message from The Secret Museum's Curator"
are copyright © The Secret Museum 2004. All Rights Reserved. Do not
copy or post.
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