Day 32: Modern art continues to elude me.

I'm Adam Sell and I have two months left before I leave Boston. My challenge? Do something in the city every day. Have ideas for my adventure? Send me an email.

I just don't get it. I've tried to on several occasions, but "modern" art just doesn't make sense to me. It might look pretty, but anything deeper than that and I'm completely stumped.

But I gave it another shot. The old proverbial "college try", if you will. I headed down three (!!!) separate T lines to get to the Institute of Contemporary Art down by the courthouse. Sadly, I learned shortly after getting my ticket that photography was not permitted, and I was again disinclined to try and sneak a shot. So the only photo I have of an exhibit is from the lobby.

Being the uncultured bohemian that I am, I honestly thought the design of the building was more interesting than the stuff inside it. Beautiful facility they've got there, especially the little overhang — the media room. That and the elevator right out of a Roald Dahl novel (it was made mostly of glass) impressed me.

The art itself? I just didn't get it. I did think a few things were pretty cool - the urban experiment in hunting-gathering involving a guy shooting his groceries with a bow and arrow was amusing, as were the chalk art photographs. But the featured exhibit just confused me. Lots of big red things. It was a pretty shade of red, almost the color of blood, but still.

So maybe I'm a Lamey McLamerson, but I'm gonna pass on the monolithic clay spheres for a little while.