Chelsea Piers

The trip to chelsea piers to see the free galleries was a trip I'll relive a few times with a few different people because I will for sure make my way down there more than a couple of times this summer. 

I walked into a chocolate factory and got free chocolate and didn't find out until the next day that it was merely a recreation and it was actually some what of an installation. I was confused by the three dimensional art, I mistook them for holographic images and walked passed them many times because the kid in me loved that the images seemed to follow me. It wasn't until I took a look under them and saw their architecture that the images stopped moving and I was disappointed in myself for ending the game.

We approached a series of installation that took an enormous amount of self control not to touch, I’m almost certain I could have outran the security but they have cameras in venues like that and my grandmother shouldn’t see her grandson on TV for destroying what initially looked like soda straws glued together. It was so large, and coincidentally, we got to see partitions of it being carried in after we left. 

My favorite visit by far was the gallery celebrating Juxtapoz Magazine. 

I enjoyed the gritty, urban inspired art very much and envisioned it in my own space when I had enough money to get one. 

This was among my favorites, the blue and yellow offset the monochromatic pinkness in the background. The value in the middle ground produced a shadow that didn't seem to fit the contours of the woman, as though someone were standing over her. Her legs are so defined and strong the pose almost seems sexualized, you can't help but wonder what brought about the look of content on her face. 

If I took anything away from Art & Society it was the realization that I enjoyed art passed a pedestrian level, I truly enjoyed looking at a painting and trying to share the mental space of the artist that created it. It almost makes me want to create myself, I may casually pick up a brush one day. Maybe not...who knows. But to even have had this spark that was believed to never have been there, I'm deeply grateful.