Yesterday, to reward myself for getting one answer right on that scary textiles quiz, I took a break, got on the Metro-North.
Oh train travel, how very much I love thee.
(For unblocked river views, sit on the left side of the train when leaving Grand Central.)
I’ve had 5 weeks of school. Objectively, the hardest thing about being a student again is the inability to just go, a-wandering. Then there is the amount of work- all the art I get to see, discuss and read about, piques curiosity even more. To write efficiently, think critically, I really need, stimuli.
We’re spoilt in New York. But sometimes one needs to leave familiarity to jolt the senses, or to feel more like oneself.
The ride to Beacon, a little town along the Hudson River is about 80 minutes. I wasn’t expecting so much water and lush woodlands!
Remember our London walks?
What a treat!
The day got better. From the train station at Beacon, take the underpass, make a right towards the river, follow the signs.
Cross the overpass, make a right at the stop sign, and just keep following the signs.
The Dia: Beacon is an easy 7-8 minute walk from the station. If you are a female lone traveler like me, and wondering- no, I didn’t feel uneasy doing this walk. It felt much safer than the walk from the subway to the Noguchi Museum in Long Island City.
Housed in a re-purposed factory, I had a healing sort of afternoon, confronted by the light, the space, the art.
Some things I liked a lot…
Some, arrested thought…
When I could think again, I realized I had seen his works before… last November, in Naoshima!
Like Naoshima, the Dia: Beacon is special because it allows for installation works of a bigger scale.
I also like that you can wander through and around the exhibits, that one’s sense of the performance space is realigned.
Somethings I did not understand…
I am however of that camp where I don’t need to understand, to feel.
I didn’t quite see everything. When I arrive at the place where my brain starts dislodging, out of respect for the artists, I know it is time to go.
Besides, now that I have had a taste, I know I’ll return for more.
- Dia: Beacon, 3 Beekman Street, Beacon