H {N)Y P N(Y} OSIS

On a recent visit to New York I went to the H {N)Y P N(Y} OSIS exhibit at the Park Avenue Armory. I was attending a workshop that ended at 4:00pm on the UES and had dinner plans at 7:00pm in Chinatown. Time to spend. On the way off the train at 78th I was handed my complementary Time Out New York which was now stuffed in my backpack. It was 4:20pm and I was sitting in Joe’s Coffee with E and K, deciding what to do with the time, wanting to be together “doing” something. H {N)Y P N(Y} OSIS won. Hopped a cab.

I was excited to see the exhibit. I read the description in Time Out and the program when we arrived. This was my first conscious experience with the Gamelan and the concept thereof since I left Wesleyan. The confluence of being in the city in this week, with these people, doing these things plus a Wesleyan infusion was blissful. I love the person I was in college- my own brilliant beautiful optimistic unscarred unwise mess of me. She is the seed of my life’s tree in all her lushness and harmony.

While in the exhibit I was drawn by sound but led to light.

Shadows and light.

I can’t look at this. I can’t stop looking at this.

Circles and lines. Shapes and sections.

It was the circles and the lines.

It brings to mind Fritz Lang’s Metropolis for me.

Angles, light and shadow.

Pattern, light, shadow.

Mirrors.

Curls, highlights, patterns, frames and light.

She was rocking back and forth gently to the sounds.

I’m in this one. Barely.

Increased the contrast.

Wings.

Now.

Light.

Waiting for an audience the show still happens.

There was something captivating about watching people watching people experience the exhibit. I felt compelled to document this.

In progress.

Exhale.

It’s the end of the world as we know it-

I loved the silhouettes I found.

A view from the rear of a large projection screen.