dichotomy of art

i have no knowledge of art. i like to look at things, i like to study things, but i have no real knowledge of the beauty of art. i have visited both the art gallery of new south wales and the museum of contemporary art so far here in sydney. they left me with two very distinct impressions.

agnsw - i have seen far, far better art than this.

mca - i am far, far below artistic intelligence to appreciate this.

although i had no gutteral reaction to the paintings, sculptures, and mixed pieces at the agnsw, i had nothing but gutteral reaction to everything at the mca. which makes me think it was much better. although i do not quite know how someone gets the idea to hang a taxidermied horse from the ceiling, it definitely made me feel something. sadness, sickness, something. the room with hammocks, jimi hendrix, and loud music. the wall of photographs of the history of communism in sydney. the room filled with metal poles, basket-weave snakes, and the smell of eucalyptus. all evoked a feeling within. and all the 19th-century landscapes from britain and australia combined could not do that.