the summer journey…
to the heart stirring Dia Beacon
and the mind-meltingly beautiful Storm King.
There are countless reasons why I think these two art centers are the best I have ever experienced, but if I had to boil it down, it would be that in both cases its somehow a combination of the brilliant rawness of the subject matter (i.e. insanely perfect curation) and (at the risk of sounding like a space-case) the general feeling that each piece has been there for an eternity.
Merits would also include the incredible ability both places have to make you completely forget time and allow you to feel so grounded that you flat out become a 10 year old. Not to mention the most beautiful steel windows ever, perfect natural light through box factory monitor skylights, being alone in a room with a Richard Serra, warm breezes across wildflower meadows, wrinkled green deciduous tree-lines against pure robbins-egg-blue-skies, the sparkle of the quiet Hudson, and the softness and joy of summer permeating everything. I really can’t get enough.
more stolen pics here.