The problem with the DUMBO Arts Festival is that the artworks...or installations, or performances, or whatever...get so outrageously upstaged by Brooklyn Bridge Park, our guest park of the day. The "art," like this golden waterlily, tends toward the quirky and trivial, while some of New York's most iconic views rise up in the background and remind you that great design, and real life, kick butt without pretense.
Spouse is a much better audience for this sort of thing. He gamely peered over a canvas in the roofless Tobacco Warehouse...
...examined the backpack "galleries" of these inventive young strolling artistes...
...and wandered into "Silhouettes of Us," which, according to the inevitable Artist's Statement, "explores what personal space means in an urban environment." (The clotheslines "act as a transcendental ever-changing canvas that plays with light, scale and perception," it also said, and it went on from there but I didn't.)
After a brief downpour, kids and parents re-populated the "Art Village" to make a "Skyline String Installation" and paint a mural.
But in this park, the skyline is the mural, and vice versa.
Tomorrow: Some shots from DUMBO's one masterpiece "installation," Jane's Carousel.
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