From the West Side Y, to Grand Central Station. The Hudson Line to Dia:Beacon. Spring 2008. Navigating the curves of Richard Serra’s Torqued Ellipses, walking the length of Andy Warhol’s Shadows. Laying outside on the grassy hill with aspiring painters, photographers, milliners, sculptors. The sun is a warm bath and I drift off to the smell of green and the sound of chatter. I wake up, confused. I’m alone, and sweating from the midday heat; the sun has passed behind the clouds and I’m in shade now. I perch up on my elbow to see everyone in the distance, standing in clusters. I enjoy this lonely feeling.
Featured Image Credit: Andy Warhol, Shadows, 1978-79