Dia: Beacon

Today I went with the group of Guggenheim interns to Dia: Beacon. The train ride and area was refreshing to see- so many trees with leaves changing to yellow and red hues.

The space is filled with natural light and feels never-ending. My two favorite works:

You see I am here after all by Zoe Leonard


Image located at: http://www.diabeacon.org/exhibs_b/leonard/

because I felt nostalgic looking at all of the postcards from Niagra Falls (even though I have never been there) and enjoyed reading any visible handwritten words.

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Torqued Ellipse II, Double Torqued Ellipse, and Torqued Ellipse I by Richard Serra


Image located at: http://www.diabeacon.org/exhibs_b/serra/

because his work transported me to a different world and confused my senses (one is able to walk inside...).

Coney Island

The first train I take to my internship reads the end stop as "Coney Island." I decided to go to the last stop today- since the weather was so gorgeous. (Too bad I broke my sunglasses yesterday.) October meant a slow day for the place...but it was nice to get away from all the honking and sink my toes into some sand.







Maybe I'll paint something blue?

Sculpture Park

Today I went with a group of interns to Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City. It was a nice day to view the space and wander around a neighborhood I've never been to.

Most of all, it was interesting to see how artists are playing with their environments.





Kim Beck and Osman Khan, when laughter trips at the threshold of the divine, 2008
Prefab automatic bi-part door



Francis Trombley, Caution, 2008
embroidery on hand dyed, handwoven lyocell

From My Kitchen Table

Artificial Nightlife.



Status Symbol.

New York City

I've made the move back to the United States and now I find myself in the city (for a fall internship with the Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation). Things are different than Texas and Dublin, of course: there is always noise outside my window. I feel that I am continually rearranging my definition of "distance."

Pages

Today I felt like sharing pages from my rice paper pad.

Bones

Where does time go?