Is it the end of the week already? I guess you know you’re in the “real world” when instead of thanking God it’s Friday, you’re wondering where the time went and how long you can push back weekend festivities in order to wrap up work projects. Or maybe that’s just work-life imbalance.
Anyway, I couldn’t let the weekend arrive without writing about “the event of a thread,” an art installation/performance piece/(insert word I’m not cultured enough to know) that ends this Sunday, January 6. Housed at the Park Avenue Armory in NYC, amid enviable Upper East Side apartments and blocks away from the ever-amazing Central Park, Anne Hamilton’s exhibit is a welcome distraction from life that brings you back to childhood at once.
Admittedly, it didn’t take much for me to be sold. When I saw the pictures online, I clutched my heart and asked in a most dramatic fashion, “There are swings?!!” It was a New Year’s miracle.
Yes, there are swings. Huge, glorious swings that are wide enough for you and a friend. And as if that wasn’t awesome enough, the swings are connected by an intricate rope and pulley system to a giant white curtain that flutters and swooshes as people swing contentedly throughout the room. Of course, my companion and I decided to be followers and lay down beneath the curtain with our backs on the floor like hipsters contemplating the meaning of life.
There are lots of other stuff: a man who keeps scribbling endlessly at a desk, apparently never getting up (I don’t know. I was too busy swinging), white pigeons that are released into the air at the end of the day and a performer singing from a balcony with the lights dimmed (when I went, a woman sang opera).
It’s all really trippy and cool and definitely worth the trip. I’m not always the biggest fan of a lot of contemporary “everything-is-art” pieces, but this was a good one. I think your experience could vary significantly depending on the time you go, but the last hour is pretty cool because you get to see all the grand finale stuff.
And if I didn’t convince you (again, there are swings guys!), read the New York Times review. And contemplate the fact that it only costs $12..