
This was in the vast, vacant upstairs gallery. Arthouse is apparently so proud of its building that even when they don't have a show in the gallery, they invite people to check it out. (Who needs a "curator" when you can just exhibit an empty room?)

These benches by the elevator cracked me up. They seemed designed to flatter people who had a little knowledge of recent art history--"Stacks of felt? Wait--Joseph Beuys, right?! Amirite?!"
But the most striking thing was that you can't escape from the art in Arthouse. Not even in the elevator.
They were showing a video by Ely Kim on an endless loop as part of their "Lift Projects." Yeah--even the elevator is a gallery at Arthouse.
(I didn't check out the cans, which may be art-free zones.)

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