This wonderful art setup had a huge, almost warehouse sized room filled with a massive curtain in the middle and swings throughout, connected to said curtain, lifting it up and down, as well as other oddness spread throughout.  It was great for it's massiveness, but as well for the joy it brought old and young alike, as everybody loved the wide open spaces and swings.







Me pushing Tina's friend and hipster Harry Potter.




Weeeee!


Wooooo!


Weeeee!


Woooooo!


Hey look, it is me!

Hey look, it is us!  That mirror was also controlled by one of the swings, it would turn up and down, so we had to be camera ninjas to get this shot.

Also, this guy in front was listening to one of the radios in a paper bag (as seen on the right) and was transcribing what was coming out of it.





At one end of the huge ass room, there were two people reading this seemingly endless spool of text into a microphone.  You could hear what they were saying in radios in paper bags around the room.


Also, there were homing pigeons that would be released at some time in the day, we did not get to see that.


The view from underneath.


Us laying on the floor.  Tina avoided any unflattering angles like I had by holding up her camera.






Everybody lay underneath, it was very zen, like watching the ocean.




You can't read it, but the sign says that every night, at closing a song is sung by some lady and recorded on a vinyl record.  The next morning, the show is opened by playing the record from the night before.


This was the result after Tina KEPT on moving out of my shot and critiquing my use of negative space and wanting her to JUST STAND THERE.

GOD.


Hurray shitty camera phone plus filters.