It's also -- although it opened last week -- pretty much tailor-made for spring break; I took my 8-year-old son Avry (who observed that the exterior of the Hamilton Building "looks kind of like kryptonite. You know," he clarified, "superman's weakness") today to look around, and before either of us knew it, we'd killed a few hours there -- not that that would be unintentional on the DAM's part. The museum seems well aware that you want to see some stuff that's nice to look at this week, sure, but possibly even more than that, you want your otherwise unoccupied kids to not be directly in your face for just a little while.
Kids, of course, love cartoons, and there are a lot of cartoons here -- some of them kind of disturbing, yes (and Avry's kind of a weird kid, but he loved Phillipe Grammiticiopoulas's 16-minute short "Les Ventres," featuring giant identical fat men graphically eating tiny identical fat men, for example), and certainly none of them Tom & Jerry, but cartoons nonetheless - along with plenty of activities to keep them busy, and the art itself, which is uniformly, uh, well, there's just no other word for it really than "neat-o."
As for Avry, his favorite part -- besides the Animation Station where he got to draw a flip-book of "a UFO landing," -- was probably Golan Levin's "Insterstatial Fragment Processor," which is a lot less boring than it sounds: it's a video projection on a wall that turns the negative space of your shadow into solid shards and then lets them fall with casino sound-effect; it's hard to explain, but it's kind of like an 8-bit video game that you play with your body. And like all great interactive art, it's truly fun to mess around with. "How does it work?" I heard one kid ask Avry -- but Avry knew that kid was missing the point.
"I don't know," he answered. "It just does."
