The weekend of March 27-28th was so necessary and inspirational.
We left campus at 11:45pm to catch a MegaBus (yes, British style double decker *swoon*) at 12:30 in Syracuse. Traveled overnight with Munchkins, Hollyanne's all gray outfit and "reading" light [more like a spelunking flashlight], and every uncomfortable position imaginable. Got into NYC (exhausted because none of us got "real" sleep) at 5am, hoping to go to a 24 hour diner. Turns out it's not 24 hour. We had walked ourselves a solid 10 blocks out of our way. Found a different one, got some noms, and stayed warm as long as we could stand. Decided to go find Chelsea Market. Turns out that didn't open until 10. Another whole mess of blocks out of our way. We killed some time in a Starbucks were I proceeded to pass out on the table. Best accidental 30 minute nap ever. Jill says I had a creepy smile on my face while I slept - good to know.At 1030 we found our way to the MoMA. Waiting in line for us? None other than Kate "M.F" Sculley - what a wonderful surprise.
Three memberships (with 5 guests per) later, we had tickets into the Tim Burton exhibit. It was mesmerizing. I would have been much more intrigued if two things were different: the crowd flow was controlled (too many people, too small of space, with lines of people going opposite directions trying to read tiny notes on doodles and whatnot) and if I had more sleep in me. The work was nothing short of spellbinding, I just wish I had the energy to be more enthusiastic.
Later on, Jill, Kate, and I had gotten sort of separated from the whole group, so we made our way to the Marina Abramovic exhibit. She had both a working exhibit on the second floor where she is directly involved, as well as a retrospect on the third or fourth floor, with others re-enacting her major works. As a quick background, Abramovic uses her body as an artist in her works to emphasize and exaggerate social conditions such as personal space, ego & identity, and the role of women, which then creates a dialogue between the viewers. In my personal opinion, the dialogue is the real art. She also uses nudity to get attention in the first place and create the extra tension with her viewers. It gets people talking if nothing else (and believe you me, there's plenty else). I just found her work extra inspirational and I wanted to stay and participate in her current work where she sits at a table in the middle of a well lit room, and people are asked to sit and stare at her. She never breaks face. It's such an amazing display of willpower, she puts the British Guard to shame. I think it's a comment on how we don't know how to speak to one another anymore. Sadly, we didn't have the time.
I got to show Jill my favorite room in the whole world - the third floor painting room with Warhol and Claus Oldenburg and a doorway facing straight out to a Rothko. It's ... breathtaking. It's somewhere I could sit and stare for... days. Uninterrupted. It pops my heart seams, every time.
From the MoMA, we ventured out to New World Stages theater to see The Tempermentals, but when we got to the theater, we got a better student-rush deal on tickets to see The 39 Steps, a Hitchcock movie-to-play adaption. It was surprisingly funny and the timing was spot on, especially when it was meant to be off. 4 actors playing all the parts, hillllarrrious. Especially when you take into consideration the beverages consumed prior to the show. We had lunch at Blockheads (right behind the theater) - amazingly delicious Mexican food & delightfully priced bevs.
After the show, a quick trip to H&M (and some of the cutest pink sunglasses later), we morosely had to say goodbye to Kate and make our way back to the bus stop at Penn Station. Somewhere between greasey pizza and grouchy NY bus directors, we found our way to our MegaBus home. Somehow we ended up being the last ones on the bus, so we didn't get to sit with each other at all. I had the delightful company of someone staying on her side of the seats without the arm rest divider and just listened to her ipod. It wasn't until we took a break somewhere for dinner that she decided to tell me way too much about herself, including but not limited to the fact that she had to sit in the aisle seat because she has her period. Too much information, I pretended to sleep the rest of the way home to avoid conversation.
Last weekend with Queens wrapping up my capstone might be updated next... since I'm completely avoiding everything else due to no motivation at all.
We left campus at 11:45pm to catch a MegaBus (yes, British style double decker *swoon*) at 12:30 in Syracuse. Traveled overnight with Munchkins, Hollyanne's all gray outfit and "reading" light [more like a spelunking flashlight], and every uncomfortable position imaginable. Got into NYC (exhausted because none of us got "real" sleep) at 5am, hoping to go to a 24 hour diner. Turns out it's not 24 hour. We had walked ourselves a solid 10 blocks out of our way. Found a different one, got some noms, and stayed warm as long as we could stand. Decided to go find Chelsea Market. Turns out that didn't open until 10. Another whole mess of blocks out of our way. We killed some time in a Starbucks were I proceeded to pass out on the table. Best accidental 30 minute nap ever. Jill says I had a creepy smile on my face while I slept - good to know.At 1030 we found our way to the MoMA. Waiting in line for us? None other than Kate "M.F" Sculley - what a wonderful surprise.
Three memberships (with 5 guests per) later, we had tickets into the Tim Burton exhibit. It was mesmerizing. I would have been much more intrigued if two things were different: the crowd flow was controlled (too many people, too small of space, with lines of people going opposite directions trying to read tiny notes on doodles and whatnot) and if I had more sleep in me. The work was nothing short of spellbinding, I just wish I had the energy to be more enthusiastic.
Later on, Jill, Kate, and I had gotten sort of separated from the whole group, so we made our way to the Marina Abramovic exhibit. She had both a working exhibit on the second floor where she is directly involved, as well as a retrospect on the third or fourth floor, with others re-enacting her major works. As a quick background, Abramovic uses her body as an artist in her works to emphasize and exaggerate social conditions such as personal space, ego & identity, and the role of women, which then creates a dialogue between the viewers. In my personal opinion, the dialogue is the real art. She also uses nudity to get attention in the first place and create the extra tension with her viewers. It gets people talking if nothing else (and believe you me, there's plenty else). I just found her work extra inspirational and I wanted to stay and participate in her current work where she sits at a table in the middle of a well lit room, and people are asked to sit and stare at her. She never breaks face. It's such an amazing display of willpower, she puts the British Guard to shame. I think it's a comment on how we don't know how to speak to one another anymore. Sadly, we didn't have the time.
I got to show Jill my favorite room in the whole world - the third floor painting room with Warhol and Claus Oldenburg and a doorway facing straight out to a Rothko. It's ... breathtaking. It's somewhere I could sit and stare for... days. Uninterrupted. It pops my heart seams, every time.
From the MoMA, we ventured out to New World Stages theater to see The Tempermentals, but when we got to the theater, we got a better student-rush deal on tickets to see The 39 Steps, a Hitchcock movie-to-play adaption. It was surprisingly funny and the timing was spot on, especially when it was meant to be off. 4 actors playing all the parts, hillllarrrious. Especially when you take into consideration the beverages consumed prior to the show. We had lunch at Blockheads (right behind the theater) - amazingly delicious Mexican food & delightfully priced bevs.
After the show, a quick trip to H&M (and some of the cutest pink sunglasses later), we morosely had to say goodbye to Kate and make our way back to the bus stop at Penn Station. Somewhere between greasey pizza and grouchy NY bus directors, we found our way to our MegaBus home. Somehow we ended up being the last ones on the bus, so we didn't get to sit with each other at all. I had the delightful company of someone staying on her side of the seats without the arm rest divider and just listened to her ipod. It wasn't until we took a break somewhere for dinner that she decided to tell me way too much about herself, including but not limited to the fact that she had to sit in the aisle seat because she has her period. Too much information, I pretended to sleep the rest of the way home to avoid conversation.Last weekend with Queens wrapping up my capstone might be updated next... since I'm completely avoiding everything else due to no motivation at all.
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