“Um, probably,” I replied to the first friend, NV, not that I knew anything about Mona. Rather, the way in which NV had asked the question had pulled that response out of me: NV was wide-eyed and her voice was low, yet abrupt, conveying that Mona was a strange spectacle and a case of Enter at Own Risk.
The element of mystery and the promise of surprise (whether nice or nasty) had convinced me that Jim and I had to go…
We made our first enquiry about booking the MR-1, Mona Roma Ferry, to Mona and back at the Brooke St Pier Hobart ticket service desk. By this stage I knew that Mona was a Museum of Old and New Art, but the enigmatic mystery of Mona was still all pervading:Meeting mona ticket lady convo-no emoji fill
⇒TIP: ASK YOUR HOBART HOTEL RECEPTION WHICH TICKETS FOR TOURIST ATTRACTIONS AND EVENTS THEY CAN ARRANGE FOR YOU. JIM WAS ABLE TO PURCHASE TICKETS TO MONA AND THE MONA ROMA FERRY VIA THE MACQ 01 HOTEL RECEPTION, WHICH SAVED US HAVING TO GO BACK TO BROOKE ST PIER TO PRE-BOOK. ASK ANY HOTEL IN THE WORLD WHAT BOOKINGS AND TICKET PURCHASES THEY CAN MAKE ON YOUR BEHALF FROM RECEPTION!
I got off the Mona Roma Ferry feeling that the “titillating” experience of having “Boobarella” aboard (see WHAT THE..?! on the Mona Ferry post) had been a precursor, a scene setter, an eye-catching fascinator ahead of the enigma called MONA, the entrance of which lay up the 99 steps in front of me. I was buzzing with anticipation, open and eager for the land of peculiarities waiting for us.
We entered Mona with the crowd…
Curiosity No. 1
The first thing that aroused my curiosity was that we were already on the top floor. Instead of looking up, we were peering down to the levels below. We were going underground, exploring Mona like miners.
“It would have been cheaper and easier to build upwards,” commented Jim. “Imagine the excavation cost alone.”
As we were soon to discover, no expense, effort, or daydream was spared crafting Mona; a generous and well-executed indulgence of the abstract imagination and of concrete creativity. It’s an eclectic hybrid museum art gallery full of ideas that send you off on tangents that you don’t see coming.
Take what you typically think of when you think museum and then gallery, blend the two, flip the stereotypical presentation and decor, and liberally sprinkle with irreverence, intrigue, perplexity, and confrontation.
Curiosity No. 2
The second thing I found curious upon entry was the O device. The staff member manning the devices couldn’t show us how to download the Mona app onto our phones after our unsuccessful attempts. So, we took the O devices and headphones that Mona provides.
The O device broadens your experience by allowing you to view each display accompanied by commentaries, articles, music, and images and without any physical signage. It detects where you are and the artworks in your vicinity, so that when you move around, the art information at hand adapts and accompanies you.
I liked the effect of not having signs to visually detract from the aesthetics of the artwork and interior design, but the lanyard and device were a bit cumbersome when e.g. going to the loo, taking off my jacket etc.
Also, we found it difficult to read the small screen font so we kept wrestling with putting on our reading glasses to do so and removing them to see the artwork. There may have been some way to enlarge the device’s screen view, but we didn’t find it at our fingertips.
Besides, we were already pre-occupied with working out how to navigate through the O device commentaries, articles etc. and getting our heads around some of the articles that were crazily pro or savagely (sometimes profanely) con the works.
We found that we couldn’t get into listening to the music that went with the displays and reading all the extracts about the artworks. There just wasn’t enough time to stand still for that long due to Mona’s size and plethora of contents. You would need more than a day trip to explore Mona this comprehensively.
Curiosity No. 3
The third thing that grabbed my attention was that you could take the circular glass lift down to the bowels of Mona or the stairs that spiralled down around it.
“Want to take the stairs?” asked Jim.
We didn’t discuss why neither of us wanted to take the glass elevator, but I was thinking that it reminded me of the Get Smart telephone box lift, crossed with the circular Cone of Silence. No-one would hear you screaming.
Or the glass elevator that shoots up through the roof in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
Before you find out about some of the displays that we saw there:
PLEASE NOTE THAT MONA IS ALWAYS BRINGING IN NEW WORKS OF ART, EVENTS, AND EXPERIENCES TO SURPRISE, SHOCK, EXPAND, PUZZLE, AND INVOLVE YOU. THEREFORE, MY FOLLOWING MONA PHOTOS, HIGH-LIKES, AND LOW-LIKES ARE PEEKS, AS OPPOSED TO SPOILERS.
MONA IS ALWAYS EVOLVING AND YOU’LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU’LL FIND THERE.
- The rows of pulsing ceiling light bulbs where you hold two handles and the lights gradually synchronise their flashing with your pulse beat. Each person’s pulse seemed to result in a unique sequence until it aligned with his/her beat.
It was interesting to watch how fast and how slow the lights pulsed with children and older people’s pulses respectively. A few times the lights seemed to go dead while trying to identify a person’s heartbeat, which created a few oohs and oh-ohs, but then the lights gradually synchronised with their pulses.
- The Word Waterfall – words formed by falling drops of water
- The bizarre and oh so effective time manipulator movie of a girl used for cold-hearted scientific experimentation.
It captivated me how altering the movie play speed sequences and jumping and cutting out film frames totally altered your perception of how the girl was feeling and how we perceived her experiences.
Often, the time moved in irregular sequences, producing mind-opening effects and conveyed how the time speed in which we observe things affects the way we see them. For example, at one part the girl was putting on make-up in the mirror, but the slow and irregular movie frame sequence warped her movements, making the girl resemble a drug-affected has-been.
The film filled me with a strong mix of awe and unease, which was brilliant. This movie captivated me the most out of all the art displays.
- Opening the door to the unisex toilet room and discovering that each cubicle was a powder room with its own stylish hand basin set-up.
- The enormous head sculpture that, when you peer inside it, conveys the workings of the mind and the repetitious sequences of thoughts and memories we have. It uses lighting and the mechanical, cyclical patterns of moving objects to replay consciousness and create the intriguing illusion of watching thought patterns.
- The huge structure that you walk out to the centre of and feel that you’re surrounded by black liquid reflecting light or is it a black abyss that reaches the centre of the earth?
- Walking through Pharos light tunnel and ensuring that you stay on the luminous path that’s a bedazzling illusion.
- The Fat Car – this sculpture likens the obsession with material possessions to an obsession with food. It’s conveying that society places too much weight on owning material objects and that excessive accumulation is unhealthy on all accounts. You can see I’m sporting a little spare tyre to match, after Christmas and New Year over-indulgence. (I’ve since off loaded the tyre! I really didn’t need that material possession.)
- Faro Tapas Bar – after being at the bottom of Mona in often dim lighting and without any natural light, it was refreshing to enter a bar encased by huge windows and surrounded by a natural landscape of land and water.
I loved the Manchego croquettes, with lemon emulsion and pickled chilIi ($5.50AUD each) and Jim enjoyed the raw fish with pickled fennel, yogurt, and fermented cucumber ($24AUD).
Surprisingly, our waiter confirmed that my glass of sparkling wine, which travelled 45cm across our table by itself, was not part of Mona’s illusionary displays. To find out more about our unexplained, yet verified experience, visit our Mona Museum WHAT THE..?! – My glass of sparkling travelled 45cm by itself!
- Noticing motionless Tattoo Tim way up high on a landing because I happened to catch his eyeballs swivelling in my peripheral vision. How and why he could stay as still as a statue for hours on end day after day baffled me. (Tim was there also telling stories until 29th April ’18.)
- Just when you think you’ve seen everything, you discover The Museum of Everything at the bottom of Mona. A museum within a museum resembling an entry into a Coles Funny Picture Book style house.
- The cool Void Bar located at one of the bottom corners of Mona, at the right place at the right time; when you need a drink and to sit down after the barrage of stimuli on your senses and perspectives, and perhaps at a time when you’re feeling altered somehow after being underground for a while and a bit disorientated after the many small and smallish rooms in the Museum of Everything.
The huge rock face besides the bar that leads to Pharos is delightfully imposing and rustic. Corridor of sheer rock face so high so deep underground!
- The Shit Factory – After nearly two hours of walking around with heightened senses, Jim and I needed a break and a drink. We noticed a small throng of people spilling out from around a corner.
“There’s a bar over there,” I said.
Jim headed for the bar. I headed for the gorgeous self-contained restroom.
When I returned, Jim had no drinks.
“It isn’t a bar,” he said with a look of disgust.
“What is it then?”
“A Shit Factory. You don’t want to see it. You really don’t. Ohhhhh. It shows you the making of shit.” Jim screwed up his face and held up his hands like he’d touched and smelled shit. “If you see it you’ll want to vomit.“
I was curious, but feeling a bit weird and overheated as it was. Seeing the creation of shit would probably tip me over, so I nodded.
- I wasn’t very taken by the large structure that contained a number of ropes and meat hooks. The full artwork comes complete with huge hanging bodies of beef.
- Mona broadened my concept of an art museum, especially with the juxtaposition of old and new art, but sometimes the new art seemed out of place and/or a bit junky/gaudy.
For example, a stand-alone sculpture called Lincoln consisting of a pile of smallish wireless and juke box type objects with an Abraham Lincoln style hat on it. I liked how it conveyed that the Honest Abe of today is made up of “truth” from the media, but the sculpture sat in a huge, bare walkway, looking cheap.
On second thoughts, that’s probably the message that Mona was emphasising by placing the piece there!
Another instance: in a very small room in The Museum of Everything posed four ostentatious, sassy, creepy girls on high shelves, giving them the over-attention they seemed to be seeking.
Perhaps that was the point! No doubt everything in Mona has a point if you take the time to ponder it.
Who’s a sexy, creepy girl?
- The Museum of Everything consisted of many small rooms with entryways that weren’t consistently positioned like those of a house. There was no identifiable central hallway, which created a bit of a maze-like effect.
At the end of our visit I lost Jim in there and panicked because the ferry was due to leave in 10 mins. I darted through the rooms and became disorientated because the doorways only lead to more rooms and no visible exit.
With heart thumping, I found an attendant who told me how to escape from The Museum of Everything.
- The assorted “op-shoppy” chairs at the Void Bar by the sheer rock face were uncomfortable and a bit worse for wear, especially when you really wanted to rest and enjoy a drink/nibble.
Most aspects of the place have the WOW! factor. For me, some of them have the WHY? factor, making me contemplate the deeper reason for why these displays were chosen, which was probably the intent.
We arrived at about 12.30pm. By 1.30pm we realised there was much much more to Mona than we had expected and immediately re-booked our 3pm MR-1 Ferry return to Hobart for 5pm. Even then we didn’t get to see everything by a longshot.
Basically, if Mona clicks with you, you’ll want to stay there for a good five hours. A quick look through 3 hrs. Extensive visit 6+ hours if you can handle it.
I recommend visiting Mona over a two day period if viewing dynamic, thought-provoking old and new art and learning all about the works is really your thing.