November 16th, 2016

I wrote this on Thursday, still raw from what had transpired, while sitting in the majestic company of James Turrell's hypnotic and powerful installation Meeting at MoMA PS1. Turrell's work was some of the first art that I encountered that truly ingrained itself in me. Seeing his Trace Elements: Light Into Space at the Denver Art Museum in the 90's has continued to reverberate throughout my work, and I knew I wanted to go sit with sunset in this re-installed work at PS1 on that day.

I sat today in silence among my fellow New Yorkers as I watched the sky turn from blue to gray to green and come sharply into view surrounding us before descending into rich maroons and magentas. I felt something I haven't felt for the last 48 hours or so.


I'm reminded today of the real power of Art. To create in each of us individually and collectively a renewed sense of the world around us. It may be dark times now, but I believe Art can heal us.

I think of Gira Sarabhai by way of John Cage: "The purpose of music is to sober and quiet the mind"

I shall continue to aspire to that.

See Also:
Epiphany | news item | April, 2017
Fred Sandback | news item | June, 2016
Light and Space | news item | March, 2017
Transit Festival in Leuven | news item | October, 2016
Abstract | news item | February, 2017
On Perception | news item | April, 2017
Recording The Four Pillars | news item | August, 2016