Dia Beacon
This writer was not able to travel up to the new DIA Beacon,
Once there he did not how to arrive at the site (which he had only glimpsed at before from an automobile parked at its gates before the factory space into museum place conversion had begun). So soon after arriving he walked back and forth until after more than an hour of pacing the city (tough stopping in for pizza) he finally met a local glass artisan who drove him down to the site (which turned out to be in relation to the train station where he was dropped off to begin with by Metro North literally right in front of his nose). Meanwhile, the ad hoc chauffeur was making idle chat with his friends about how the artists in the town were supposed to promote good relations with the facility {that self-directive seemingly hesitantly undertaken so that their efforts would then hopefully sail out into a providential wind and boomerang}.
Once inside the front gate of the compound this writer found out that the first piece of art to seamlessly present itself to one was designed by
The trees around in the surround were very well selected. Furthermore they were obviously pruned precisely so as to imitate simulated versions of themselves. {cumulatively this all of a sudden had this writer in retrospect beginning to understand Irwin's minute vibrating bandwidths and add to that some of Bridget Riley's wilder squiggles not exhibited here in Beacon but celebrated by Dia in Chelsea a few years back}
All things totaled this place has smoothness to it. The minimalist players are all present and accounted for; Flavin. Ryman, Judd, Martin etceteras. Then the un-complex are joined in this one building complex by the Earth artists (Walter Demaria, Robert Smithson, Michael Heizer;) some mixed Germans conceptualists and or otherwise (Gehard Richter, Josef Beuys, Blinky Palermo) and other associated artists (Bruce Nauman, Richard Serra, Louise Bourgeois etceteras) whom the DIA insiders have deemed apropos to drop into their canon.
As per being completely perplexed and overcome by all things
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My favorite work here is John Chamberlain's "Fauvist landscape". This stationary unraveling shredded kaleidoscope is a long contiguous wall of boldly spray-painted ripped metal can fabric. Given this amount of room the once and while Taylor Mead hugging artists' magnum opus is some kind of magnificent.
Counting side appendixes there are four floors here. In the uppermost reaches Louise Bourgeois' larval (possibly scatological?) sculptures seem like a strange dream kept away from all the purity below. Then the Richard Serra's in gallery on the way downstairs to the Bruce Naumans are epic. The crowds here as everywhere seem to enjoy themselves within these gargantuan works by this sculptor with the notoriously gargantuan ego.
What Dia Beacon is a pleasant moment in time. Sitting in the caf at the metal tables with hypnotic circles inlaid and looking out at the "grasscrete" grid of the front entrance as it invisibly blurs into the parking lot one may feel as if it is all unreal.
Finally here the Nabisco building becomes as if a cathedral the American commerce. Andy Warhol pointed out, as is a bar of soap or screwdriver; celebrities, are an indigenous American product and iconized them. So here the former factory with its long wide hallways, sturdy columns, and the staggered series of diagonals making up the skylights of a large section of the main buildings roof can now be seen as a grand temple. Kudos should be given to the architecture firm of open office who masterminded the conversion of this former factory space