Friends from San Francisco were in town last week. Lucky us! Bama and I had a day with the Future Inventor and his mama the Super Crafter at Heckscher Playground in Central Park. Bama spun round the sand area with someone else's stroller for most of the time while the Inventor ate sand and went down the slide. We had a giant family dinner and baby bath that included Bama asking, "What's that?" while pointing at the Inventor's penis. We had a week of regular penis/vagina talks.
Super Crafter worked at Dia: Beacon lo many years ago and invited us to head up the Hudson for a visit.
We met up at Grand Central Station near the Whispering Gallery, an area in which you can supposedly whisper to each other from opposite corners and hear each other. It's never worked for me, but I like the story.
Bama was taken with the Future Inventor. One would be hard pressed not to be. He's delish!
The Inventor, the Future Inventor, Bama, and Super Crafter in quiet mayhem on the train.
I think someone likes someone else.
Bama checking out the ducks and boats on the Hudson in Beacon. We stopped at the Farmers' Market for a few snacks, including some amazing Mcintosh apples that shouldn't be grown on the West Coast since we don't make 'em like they do here. They are juicy, tart, but not in that Granny Smith Poke Your Eyes Out kind of painful tart, with just enough sweet to make you smile. I also bought a couple of Macouns, which are smaller and a little dryer with a bit of bite to them. We ate them all. A big bag of them.
Getting a personal tour from Super Crafter before entering the Sol LeWitt exhibit. Technically, you're not allowed to take pictures inside. I took this shot sans flash of people, not exhibits so I'm considering myself exempt. I thought the LeWitt exhibit was hilarious, with its boxes of tiny lines. It built nicely from grids to the more complex, Wall Drawing #69: Lines not long, not straight, not touching, drawn at random using four colors, uniformly dispersed with maximum density, covering the entire surface of the wall. 1971, which was one of my favourites.
I also liked Imi Knoebel's 24 Colors – for Blinky, a series of big paint splotches (my description not doing it justice, click the link) but I think it worked because it contained all of the pieces. If you saw one or two of the collection, it would seem especially silly.
Dia's also got some fabulous Richard Serra pieces in a space big enough to do them justice. Interesting works involving strands of yarn, uninteresting plywood boxes that no matter what, I couldn't appreciate. The building is a converted paper factory, and the entire grounds and museum are worth a trip. (Some photos of the grounds will be in the next post.)