Artist critique

Upon entering the dank pool room at the Maclane sports center i was greeted by the smell of chlorine and quizzical looks of the bored-off-her-ass life guard. Looking up at the diving end of the pool, I saw Kalla sitting in a grey hot tub paddling around with a bright pink pool noodle, precariously setting the hot tub off kilter. Working in a continuous circle, she never had an end.

My first reaction to this was one of confusion and a child at play. With further insight, I started to look past the comical parts of this piece that comment on society. Seeing the work of art in this light, I started to draw connections to how life is always cyclical and can seem without direction, like Kalla's piece.