Kenneth Pietrobono's Selections from the Modern Landscape, part of EAF 13 at Socrates Sculpture Park, riffs on the shifting economic, political, and social "landscape," renaming 90 plant species throughout the park "to reflect the competing elements that shape our surroundings." The result is an interesting take on how to make the familiar new again.
A show of holographic art at the Clock Tower has been extended, and it's worth a look. Interference: Coexistence, put on by the Center for Holographic Arts, takes good advantage of the space (the vault in the building's basement, for example) and offers dazzling visions of a wide variety -- portraits leering and shifting as you peer closer, mountains that advance and recede depending on where you stand. Very, very cool.
Photoville, a pop-up gallery on Pier 5 in Brooklyn, is open through tomorrow. Here are a few snapshots from the event last weekend; if you go, try some of the ice cream from Ample Hills, too -- why note?
Dropped by Photoville on Pier 5 in Brooklyn today and was charmed, especially, by André Feliciano's cherry blossom sculpture, comprising hundreds of tiny pink cameras. (I've juxtaposed it here with cherry blossoms from Flushing Meadows Park, for comparison; lovely!)
Under the Pulaski Bridge, a boat club operates; we saw kayakers putting in as we crossed from LIC to Greenpoint this morning.
For lack of a Queens Book Festival to rival the one in Brooklyn, my allegiance is with Printed Matter's NY Art Book Fair, held at MoMA PS1 in Long Island City. It runs through Sunday and will be open tomorrow from 11 am to 7 pm.
I picked up a few books here and there, had some nibbles from M. Wells Dinette, and wandered for quite awhile. But perhaps my favorite thing was the Paperwork exhibit in Gallery T; the small exhibit presented scrapbooks of a number of artists, including John Evans, Ray Johnson, and Brigid Berlin -- fascinating eye candy for any keeper of notebooks, any accumulator of odds and ends.
A bird's-eye view of the city from Manhattan Bridge.
On the Williamsburg Bridge, image and afterimage.
Unexpected affirmations, right at your doorstep.
Last night, we got to poke around LIC's Metropolitan Building a bit. We've walked by and admired it before; it supposedly hosts events like weddings and so on, but we were there for a photo exhibition. It was an unexpected pleasure that the third floor was filled with antiques: mirrors, low couches, hundreds of chairs. What a gorgeous place.
The sidewalk where the Queensboro Bridge lets pedestrians out onto Manhattan was scribbled with squiggly lines this morning, an oddly beautiful display.
