Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end. -Shakespeare, Sonnet 60
Storm King is nestled alongside sleepy I-87 in Mountainville, NY. You can read their website but what the words don’t tell you is how truly epically sprawling an exhibit this place is; I guess some people really like art.
It was an experience. I’ll be going back. Not even the cheery families with oblivious kids or tiny proto-babies in shoulder slings could ruin it for me. Seriously, there were children there who looked like not twenty minutes ago they erupted from someone’s chest à la Alien. All pink and wrinkly. Ugh.
I guess I’ll let the rest of the pictures speak for me, since I’d need a shovel to dig a deeper hole.