Hippies in Portland, ORE-E-GONE

Empire State Building

A spur-of-the moment trip to the city yesterday yielded great fun with my peers. Alisha and I visited Chelsea and she was my tour guide as it was my first time in the area. After seeing a variety of work we trained to the Whitney Museum to meet a larger group from school. We viewed works by Sadie Benning and Dan Graham to name two. A photoconceptualism exhibit that prompted me to look more thoughtfully into the work of Adrian Piper. Quickly visited the Gagosian (felt a little uncomfortable there), then trained to the south of Chelsea to have delicious Thai food. Thankfully it wasn't raining too hard; it drizzled most of the day. Walked to the Dan Graham lecture only to be turned away. The guards were trying not to break fire code by letting in too many people. Eventually, as people trickled out, we were able to push in and listen to last 10 or 15 minutes of the talk. Graham talked about music mostly, and at the end made a crack about hippies being "located in a place called Portland, ORE-EE_GONE." I wanted to correct him and say that the hippies span to Eugene. But, the hippie inside of me decided not to be rude. Especially since Mr. Graham sounded like he, too, was part of hippie culture but in denial. Interesting that out of everything he said, that was the comment I actually understood :)

Following the talk we speed-walked to Penn Station. The Emipre State Building had a toxic glow. We made it right before the train pulled in for home. Barely. We were glowing with sweat. Talked art with friends all the way home. Randel wore his Taxi pants. Fantastic Day.

Having fun with light and motion again.... taken at Huntington Station on the way home