I felt that I couldn’t be more lucky when the sun rose that Sunday morning, in all its glory, warm, embracing and welcoming a beautiful golden day. Without even thinking twice, all that was echoing in my ears was an advise a colleague gave me: “Go to Beacon…it’s beautiful”. And all I did was followed his advice.
Good fortunate weather accompanied me, as I was trying to catch the earliest train. While reading Annie Cohen-Solal’s latest book about Rothko, I must admit, I caught myself glimpsing at the beautiful landscape, its mountains tall and untamed, the water mirroring the wilderness that was leaning in and the golden leaves dancing and mingling with each other.
Once I arrived in Beacon, Dia was just around the corner. Its doors tall and industrial, its bricks red and monumental to a petit girl like me. My heart started crescendo-ing , while I was trying to process the minimal beauty I was being confronted with. The interior gave you chills, as if you just entered a transcendant zone, especially when the sun rays bathed the rooms with their presence, something spiritual was awakening inside of you. Every step you took was auditory and when Lawler’s composition was heard in the background, I thought to myself ‘what funny voices‘ and so my exploration began.
Photographs and text by Dimitria Markou