Art Review: ‘What Is Left Unspoken, Love’ Exhibit Flops

Earlier this week I wrote about my visit to the lively, welcoming, and entirely awesome High Museum in Atlanta. There’s so much to say about it, all of it positive except for the certifiably insane What Is Left Unspoken, Love exhibition. It was the anchor exhibition during the summer. Like so much today, it’s the opposite of what it purports to be. It’s an exhibition about love, but it celebrates resentment and lies.

“It’s hard to wrap one’s head around love because of its enormity,” the first page of the exhibit catalogue reads. That’s the best reason not to do a show about love, but the curator didn’t listen to his own advice. It’s an ugly mess, too.

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Brian T. Allen

Brian T. Allen is National Review’s art critic.

Earlier this week I wrote about my visit to the lively, welcoming, and entirely awesome High Museum in Atlanta. There’s so much to say about it, all of it positive except for the certifiably insane What Is Left Unspoken, Love exhibition. It was the anchor exhibition during the summer. Like so much today, it’s the opposite of what it purports to be. It’s an exhibition about love, but it celebrates resentment and lies.

“It’s hard to wrap one’s head around love because of its enormity,” the first page of the exhibit catalogue reads. That’s the best reason not to do a show about love, but the curator didn’t listen to his own advice. It’s an ugly mess, too.