Saturday was perfection. I took a solo trip about an hour and a half upstate to Storm King Art Center. Storm King is a beautiful parkland and outdoor art exhibit. I love New York but I was really starting to feel cooped up in all the concrete. I’ve been itching to get out of the city for a while now, and this day-trip was just what I needed. I mentioned in my Washington Sq. Park post that I have a goal to take 3 small trips this year, and I’d heard about Storm King years ago, and finally decided to go. I don’t have a car, but luckily Storm King and Coach Short Line buses have partnered to offer a day-trip service that’s quite convenient. I’m so glad I went. The greenery, fresh air, and open landscapes were revitalizing. Even the weather was cooperating. It was probably the best day of the summer – mid-seventies to eighties, and the most glorious end-of-summer breezes. Everything felt peaceful and beautiful, and the giant sculptures were unexpected and added interest to the landscape. I think this is a visit that’s really best described in pictures, though, so here are my favorites from the day:
The hills are alive… with art and culture
Part of Lynda Benglis’s “Water Sources”, silhouetted against the sky
A spiderweb forms on Chakala Booker’s “A Moment in Time”. Art is placed in nature, nature grows upon it.
“Ear” by Tomio Miki. I think it belonged to a giant.
My grandfather used to tell me a story about a giant raakshasa who showed how fearsome he was by describing his teeth and spit and hair. I imagine that his hair looked something like this.
The giant left his marbles out
A different vantage point
One mode of transportation around the park, although I preferred just to walk.
Bridge to Nowhere
I found this earring dangling from a tree, fluttering in the wind. Clearly someone created their own art. 🙂
Another panel on this piece had the Italian words “Lo sai: debbo riperderti e non posso,” engraved in it. That means “You know : I have to lose you again and I can not.”
Naturally artful
“City on the High Mountain” by Louise Nevelson
Part of the “Three-Legged Buddha” by Zhang Huan
My dream backyard
Country road
Sometimes the juxtaposition of art and nature was a little too odd
Amongst fields of summer
Chasing butterflies
Serenity
The road home
People I Met in My Twenties 