I went to the Nevada Museum of art to see an exhibit that I had heard was a "not to be missed" display. With high hopes and excitement I went to Franklin Evans exhibit "Time Paths". I read his artist statement for his work and the little about himself. He went to school in Reno for a very short time then transferred to California. He was probably in Nevada for two years max, yet the museum called him "An artist from our hometown of Reno". He talks of nothing but how his work is supposed to express his voyage as a child to student to artist. That these pictures truly represent his life and his past.
I walk through his interactive maze of photos on the ground that you step on almost slipping, the curtains of ribbon and more photos all while looking at the walls and your surroundings in general trying to see how the pictures represent this man and his past. Sadly, the pictures did not correlate with each other or what he had said in his artist statement. I was confused as to how any of these photos were supposed to represent his life. They were of naked people, old people, and random not even interesting photos. The lay out was quite colorful, but hard to look at. None of it made sense. Unless there was more to it that he had forgotten to mention, which is careless.
I honestly did not care for his work, pointless art with no meaning and just put together to have at least something to show is undesirable. But of course only my opinion. He considered himself a digital artist, although there wasn't really anything digital other than the photos and little mustache drawings. His other artworks are also a jumbled mess. To each is their own.
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