Go See: Pipilotti Rist at Luhring Augustine

It was in my plans even before I read this review of the show to go see the Pipilotti Rist, just because her video installation Pour Your Body Out in the atrium of MoMA was so lush and engrossing. I didn’t even know she has made a chandelier of underwear. (pictured above)

Now it’s been moved to top priority. : )

Sisyphus

That’s what I’ll be up to this weekend: moving.

Lots and lots of moving. The expected difference being that I will be done when this weekend is over. I have gone up and down the stairs only a few times, but enough to despair a bit.

However , where there is despair, there is also LOL cat photos in google image searches, sort of a visual illustration of the greater cosmic ying and yang.

If you don’t hear from me next week, assume a couch fell on my head.

Misericordiam: Mournful Clacks at DUMBO Arts Festival

In Ranjit Bhatnagar’s Misericordiam, an old accordion hangs in space, suspended from cords and cables. If you press one of the 4 buttons in front of it, the keys begins to move and then play the “tune” you selected. Tune, here, seemed to be more a clacking of keys than anything else and had names like “Shake.”Ad Misericordiam is traditionally an appeal to pity, and in this case you start to feel bad for the old accordion still struggling along make mournful noise. 

It has the appeal of fascinating old mechanical things, even as it plays itself at your command. It was definitely one of the pieces I really enjoyed at the DUMBO Arts Festival last weekend. 
More from the artist here (and a lot of it is awesome.)