Train to Beacon, NY
So today I made my way down, or I guess up, to Beacon, NY. I heard that the Hudson Valley Line has a really nice view. I could have driven to the LIR by me, but noooo, I chose to take the scenic route by foot, walk to the bus, and get on the wrong bus to Jamaica. Then I had to walk some more…very annoying.
Great. I get to the station with five minutes to buy my ticket, and to make matters worse, I had to take the steps twice. While getting my ticket, I had an issue with the ticket machine. I couldn’t find Grand Central on the little screen for the life of me. Right as I got the ticket, I looked at the time. I had one minute to get down the stairs.
So now I’m moving, hipping and hopping down the steps. I see the train waiting for me, or so I thought. Three steps away, that motherfucker closed. Okay, fine. The next train comes in 15 minutes. Back up the steps I go, then back down because they just had to change the tracks.
By this time, I’m thinking that maybe I don’t need to go. But I talked myself out of that and kept my plans. I made it to Grand Central just in the nick of time. I ran for that train, or more like a high-speed shuffle.
I used the time on the train to work on a project. The one I call Night Bus.
If you ever take Metro-North up to Beacon, don’t sit by the window without sunglasses and sunscreen. I promise you, it’s not that magical of a ride people write blogs about. Wink, wink.
So now I made it, phone on 30%, with Siri and my Meta glasses giving me wrong directions. I made it to the Dia museum. My overall first thought was, “I came all the way here for this.”
Now that we got that out of the way, I saw some things that I genuinely thought were interesting, and others made me question my reality and why I am broke. It was overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time. Some spaces, in my opinion, literally had bullshit on the wall. If that’s what they were trying to do, they landed on target.
Others made me go into full artist and investigator mode, trying to figure out, “Now, how they do that?”
The metal artwork was my favorite. It made me very uncomfortable because it forced me to think about how dangerous the art process could be. You can tell that the artist put actual time, effort, and talent into it. The metal had to be painted, then cut, then organized.
The artwork was John Chamberlain’s The Privet (1997). You can see it. I’ll post pictures.
So regardless of how I feel about some of the work, the point is that I felt something, and that’s what art is supposed to do. I can still see the art in the BS. The artist whose work I’m referencing as BS utilized the wall, and the work flowed.
So yeah, all of that chaos for a 30-minute museum visit. But the thing with me is, I love a side quest, and I get to write about it on the train ride home because everything is now something to write about.
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